I found a pen in the road one day. A beautiful antique writing implement.
It was not your normal pen, as I soon discovered. Anything I wrote would come to exist.
Sure, I did the usual, wrote myself lists of things I wanted, and obscene amounts of money. I wrote my way to fame and fortune.
The giant chartreuse hippo was just a flight of fancy. How could I not?
I could cross things out too, make them vanish. I considered an “enemies list,” but instead stuck to the world’s despots.
And then, one day, I was asked my autograph.
(by Marianne McCann. Presented at Espresso Yourself, 4th April, 2015.)