There were six of us at Saturday’s meeting. That’s a much smaller group than usual, but we had a good time and, I believe, got a lot out of it.
Rashida started off. She read three of her ‘fragments’; brief and very telling descriptions of people she’s come across. Then I read two short, humorous poems about my mother’s dementia. Cindy followed up with a short story about an escape, which had us enthralled. She began a very interesting discussion about the creative process, which carried on at intervals for the rest of the meeting. Tessa had a poem about anger and forgiveness. Femi read ‘Her Words’, for which the trigger had been some kind words from a colleague. Finally, Inez read ‘Sunset’ and asked for constructive feedback, which members were happy to provide.
Before we knew it, it was 2pm and time to go our separate ways until next month.
By Fiona Strefi
Writers Without Borders 