That Which Shall Not Be Named

I stared at the blinking cursor on my screen. Like a tapping fingernail upon a counter top I felt it impatiently waiting for me to use it.

"I can't take this silence. You wanna listen to some music?" Daniel reached for his phone, eager to oblige my whims, but I didn't feel like music.

"Nah."

He looked disappointed, but put his phone down. After a pause, "How about a walk?"

"It's raining."

"Alcohol? Good writers drink. Gets things going.."

"Yeah, thanks, but there's things I don't want to get going." I took a deep breath and sighed it out.

"Um, yeah. So, how about a movie?"

"You'll be hard pressed to find one I haven't seen."

"Then one you have seen and want to watch again and again."

"Face it, you can't fix this."

"No, YOU face it. I'm trying to help here, but unless you DEAL with it, you're gonna be stuck forever!" Daniel threw his hands in the air. His face betrayed his frustration.

I felt tears spring to my eyes and a lump grow in my throat.

Consumed by my shame, I wrote.