Margin

This was the problem with writing by hand. So many lines crossed out until the pen pushed through with a hundred barely legible, others scribbled in the margin. For some things, words flowed freely, but for others, he couldn’t make a single one fit. It shouldn’t be this arduous a task planning his speech for his brother’s wedding. He should find inspiration just for being his best man. Perhaps if he wasn’t marrying his best friend, the words would be easier, and he’d care not less, but not so ha...