"We're going to be late for writing class!" Ron exclaimed.
"No, we won't," Barb replied, kissing him on the cheek before letting him go. She held open the large, mahogany doors for him and said her goodbyes. Behind Ron, the 12-foot doors creaked shut as he scanned the room briefly. All he saw was a sea of writers seated on brightly colored yoga mats. Weird posters on the wall featured shadowed figures: some smiling and others faced away from the blinding light of the sun through the patio door.
"No, we won't," Barb replied, kissing him on the cheek before letting him go. She held open the large, mahogany doors for him and said her goodbyes. Behind Ron, the 12-foot doors creaked shut as he scanned the room briefly. All he saw was a sea of writers seated on brightly colored yoga mats. Weird posters on the wall featured shadowed figures: some smiling and others faced away from the blinding light of the sun through the patio door.


