There's a story. Look around.
It's hiding in the corner. It's perching on the window sill. It's snoozing on your bedside table.
There's a story. Think back.
In the deep recesses of your mind. In that summer from long ago. In that fight which made you burst into angry hot tears.
There's a story. Listen up.
In the giggles of the girls crossing the street. In the sniffle of the old man smoking a pipe. In the sound of glass shattering and echoing across the house.
There's a story. In our solitude. In our union.
In our memories. In our future.
There's a story. Within you.
One or maybe a dozen. You could be the hero in a few. A villain in some. And just a stranger in the rest.
You and me. Each of us. We all have a story.
Dust off your notebook.
Dial up the number.
Knock on the long forgotten door.
Share your story.