The Glimpse

The guy in front of me on the train is a writer of some sort. Peering over his shoulder at his laptop screen, I can see he’s writing the synopsis of a novel. Or a screenplay. He’s looking at screenplays (Big Fish, The Last Samurai) for reference or ideas or something. Anyway, it appears as though he’s not making much progress, his laptop sits open on the tray while he reads the newspaper.

Then a burst of energy. Inspiration. The man flicks Ctrl-N in Word, a blank page. A new story called The Glimpse. He writes:

Man on a train. A fast one. The Acela from New York to Boston.

Coming soon to a multiplex near you.