The Author Is Here
December 28, 2011
“The author is here. The author is here.” Someone shouted in the crowd. I carefully drove my electric wheelchair, trying to not run over people’s feet. I was in a daze. I drove past the polished white hearse that had my nonverbal friend in it. I drove past the gathering into my deceased friend’s mother’s arms.
“The author is here,” a person yelled again. I kept looking for an author to appear. At times I don’t feel like an author.
“Thank you for coming, Steve. It means a lot to me. Are you published again?”
“No. I am working on it.'”
She hugged me crying. Another person asks me if I wanted to walk like my friend did.
“No. I am just a writer.”
All that I wanted to do was to go home to email my friends. My best friend, Amber replied to me “you have a lot to live for.”