All morning I have been writing and rewriting

a flash fiction

I put the finishing touches on it...for today...

I'm sure the writing group will have suggestions tonight

to improve it...what would I do without them?

..and then I saw it

Ray Bradbury is dead.

oh my

I am not a groupie

and there is no one I would stand in line to get an autograph of

but somehow I would have liked to have passed him on the street

or seen him sitting at the theater or picking out a good tomato at the grocery store

I would have stood in awe

I read today that "reading Bradbury is like having seen a striking glimpse out of a car window

and then being whisked away"

Oh yes.

One story he wrote about a man at confession on Christmas Eve

became part of me

Now how many writers do that?

Eudora Whelty maybe

I print out my story of 611 words

and head down to the bookcase to find

Bradbury