Samantha Perkins saw a tall, dark man approaching her in front of the church.
The man greeted her and said, 'Good morning, may I sit beside you?'
She replied, "Yes, sure. It is a lovely day today, isn't it?"
'Hmmmm, yes it is, the weather is amazing, I am Stephen Bell by the way, and you are?'
"Ms. Perkins, Samantha Perkins, but I'd like to be called Daisy."
'Well, Daisy, what are you busy with these days?'
"I am a Therapist at Saint Andrew's Hospital."
'Wow, that's incredible,' Mr. Bell retorted.
"Tiring, actually, and draining," she explained. "How about you, what do you do?"
'Nothing,' he said, 'except I would write a bit.'
"What do you write about?" She inquired.
'Everything. I was even into ghostwriting,' then he laughed.
"Do you enjoy your work?" she delved deeper.
'Yes and no: it's difficult and it's fun. I have this constant fear of being killed. People stole my stuff. And, frankly, it doesn't matter anymore. I have become jaded. My anonymity gone. My privacy gone. My computer hacked. My phone is tapped. I am being stalked by people. I, practically, live in a small fish bowl. Those are the difficult parts.'
'But, it is still worth it. I was at the Paris immigration and the officer inspecting my bag told me, (upon informing him that I am a writer)', "Thank you for being a light to the world.!!!"
Then, the both of them smiled.
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