Shall we play a game?

my friend and i went for coffee

a lovely little spot, with an outdoor seating area

the sort where green leaves arch over you

and sunlight pierces through the glass ceiling

(although the sun didn’t have much luck making its way through the grey clouds)

we enjoyed looking around, soaking in the ambiance

but patience has its limits

and after ten minutes, our coffees still hadn’t arrived

“shall we play a game?” my friend said

“great idea!” i replied

“rock, paper, scissors?”

“umm…” i said, not quite concealing my disinterest

i pulled out my laptop

“why don’t we write a story together! you know, where i write a line, and you write a line, but we don’t know what the other has written?”

and so we began

slowly at first

the thinking mind interjecting

worrying about it being good, about it making sense

but this soon dropped away

and the fun arrived

(as did our coffees)

i felt it in my heart

that sense of whimsy of years gone by

of excitement about what could be

play time

and as much as i love creating

there’s something extra special about creating with another

an element of chaos

like reverse-building a jenga tower

you don’t know it’s final shape until you step back

and see it

there in its glory

as if it was always meant to be