Gift
Tired, aching and lonely, staring forlornly out of the grey window pane, watching the rain batter the glass on this bleak, forbidding day; he realised that it was his most fundamental task, and the most powerful gift, to be able to create life, summon the sun and banish darkness, if only for the briefest moment in his mind by describing the smell of the room, the pavement after rain or the intoxicating, heady aroma of freshly mown grass, and then freeze those words in time on the screen in front of him, for when he might need them the most.
