Terell sat on the bench in the park, noticing the resounding lack of gum on it and grinned,
Just Lady Luck doing her job I suppose.
He stretched back, feeling his back pop. It reminded him of when he was younger, Dad would always pop his back when he asked. However, now with the tour back to his home in America, it seemed that might be not so likely.
Even sadder now, soon he'd have to stop writing for a while to help his mother with the twins. Thinking of them now made him happy, and annoyed. On the positive however, he at least had nothing to write, if you could call that happy.
He looked quickly at the notebook that sat on his lap and looked away, shunning it, "If you could just tell me a story, if I could flip one of the pages and find the masterpiece of a century hidden inside, that'd be wonderful." Terell said, now flipping quietly through the book. Not surprisingly, there was nothing. He shut it and closed his eyes, hoping to gain some inspiration from. . . something.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the familiar buzzing noise came to his ear. It flew by like a jet and his eyes flew open. A bee. Or was it a wasp? He didn't know. Regardless, it sat on his bench, wandering around as if trying to say, 'Buzz off kid. The seat's mine.' and Terell hastily agreed, grabbing his notebook and quickly jogging out of it's way.