WAITING

The man sat in the dark at his desk, his face illuminated by the glow from his computer.
He stared at it intently, a haunted look on his ravaged features. A mantra came from his lips over and over:
"If only I'd listened. If only I'd listened. If only I'd listened"

He stared at the screen that had reverted to the screen saver with the exploding stars that disappeared into nothingness after 30 seconds. He thought of how The Curmudgeons Inc.ⓒ had taken over the blogging community with its collection of fascinating blogs - blogs that were continually refreshed with new posts. He thought about how his blog and its associated ones once ruled the community with frequent posts and which were a drawcard for an interesting group of fellow bloggers, commentators and viewers - but that was in the past - he had allowed things to slip - "If only I'd listened" .....

Just then, as the screensaver refreshed a thought came to him. It was just a kernel of an idea at the edge of his imagination, just a smidgen but ...... it was something ........ an idea for a post. He inched his fingers towards the mouse, excitement growing when his telefonino rang. His thought disappeared in a burst of stars just like the screensaver - fading away to blackness.

"Pronto" he said.