And as we stood outside looking at each other with a
‘what the hell just happened’ face I said: this is going to be
a ‘great’ story. And she said. yeah. You might really
need to write this one out of your system.
And although being fearful of a scared cat that acts
seriously violent -is a tellable story, most of them aren’t
and even when the story is funny, the feelings you felt
when it happened are not. How do stories work
when talking, telling and writing about things seems impossible?