Here’s your chance
“You’ve always wondered what you’d do if you had time and were at home”.
“Well, here’s your chance”.
She opened the door. His home-office was rearranged so that his desk was right beneath the window looking into the back garden. There was an old typewriter strategically placed in the middle. He had told her of how the dream of becoming a writer began when he first saw his grandfather typing on one of these. But dreams always got delayed due to some other priority.
“After all,” she added, “when Shakespeare was quarantined because of the plague, he wrote King Lear”.
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