...Hang on, Marsha’s back. She wants to know what I’m doing. I’m giving her the “not now” look and shooing her with my hands but she has no intention of moving. So I tell her I’m in the middle of creating a new writing genre and she says, “What?”

“Fuction,” I say and she almost spits the take-out coffee she’s drinking.

“Dai, I think you missed out an “n.”

“No, Marsha. It’s Fuction, functional fact fiction. Fuction.”

“Spelled f, u c,..” She dissolves into a puddle of laughter and I can see her stomach shaking as she fights a new gale of giggles.

“No, Marsha, I don’t spell it that way, no 'k',' K?. And I’m kinda busy right now. I have a new friend over too.” She looks around the room. Thankfully she can’t see you there, I guess you’re blending right into the couch. Well done. She pulls her mouth to one side, like a lopsided pout and I can see her cogs turning as her eyes narrow just a bit...

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, March 12, 2015*.

Found in Are you awake yet? - first draft, authored by Daisy.