Megan Slade

Brightly Coloured Coffee Cup

I have never been the victim of a wonderful plot. My story would never be a best seller or someone’s favourite read. Should my life be a book, boredom would strike you down on page one. When I speak of my thoughts to another, their eyes simply droop with the weight of inescapable monotony. They’d think the churnings of my dull mind were nothing but petty words in the most boring order, lacking any real substance.