renovationism

I was sitting in a cute little cafe in Frankfurt Airport (I think the locals call it “Starbucks” or something, but Ich spreche kein Deutsch), doing some writing, waiting for a friend’s flight to arrive. When I stood up to go, the girl at the table behind me, sitting with a male companion, said, “What are you writing?” I told her I was working on a short story, and she started asking me questions about it based on details she’d read over my shoulder. I have no idea how long she was reading, but she seemed to know quite a bit.

I was a bit put off, felt a little violated, but also a little thrilled. I told myself, hey, we’re all looking for an audience, right? Beggars can’t be choosers. She flattered me by saying “I wanted to read the next page.” I found myself wishing she’d spoken up before I had to run. I would have let her read it from the beginning.

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