The pasta arrived cold. The waiter disappeared for forty-five minutes. Someone at the next table’s chair actually collapsed. By any normal metric, it was a disaster of a dinner.
And yet — five years later, it’s the meal my friends and I bring up more than any five-star dinner we’ve had since. Turns out the food barely matters. It’s the story that survives.
James
Word Spillage is where I write about whatever's stuck in my head that week — sometimes useful, sometimes just noise. When I'm not spilling words here, I'm the author of An Enchanted Heart, an epic fantasy novel (on Amazon) about a girl who wanders into the woods during a thunderstorm and comes out the other side in the magical realm of Lysoria, chasing down her mother and herself in roughly equal measure.
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