Wilson Vave

The Blank Page

Wilson stared sullenly at the blank word document. He promised himself that this would be the year he would write his story. The first steps in writing were always the most difficult. His mind wandered over the canvas, as if exploring the hidden textures of the digital sheet. The blank canvas was beautiful. It represented an entire universe yet to be seen. It held the untold story of people not listened too. His eyes stopped one inch from the edge of the left side of the page. This blank canvas, where the marginalized merged in with everything else, represented himself. It was his story.