Chapter 12

He sighed and sipped his coffee. Why couldn’t he write words like that? Plays or novels that would capture audiences for centuries, or at least word geeks like himself?

Or maybe he could?

Elliot shook his head and returned to the play, but it no longer held his attention. His mind wandered, and he remembered one of the first dates with Mick: a dinner and a movie at Mick’s place. Mick had fixed the food, and Elliot had brought the movie. It was his favorite version of Much Ado About Nothing, but Mick hadn’t been all that impressed. Not enough explosions.

“Blasphemy! How can you not like Shakespeare?” Elliot had asked with exaggerated indignation in his voice.

Mick had seemed alarmed at first. They hadn’t known each other well enough to know when the other was joking, but he’d relaxed as soon Elliot burst out giggling.