The Red Pen - A Little Tale Of Today

I have a red pen, a biro that's pretty old, I use it every day and yet somehow it seems to last. Today it had gone, disappeared, vanished into thin air.

I knew that I had used it in the morning, but when I went to get it from the pen holder on my desk a little later in the day, it was nowhere to be found. Gone, disappeared, vanished into thin air.

I searched high and low. I moved papers, and my desk is covered in lots of papers!! I looked on the floor in case it had rolled off my desk. I checked my workmate's desk, as she has been known to 'borrow' my pens and highlighters before. It was nowhere to be found. Gone, disappeared, vanished into thin air.

And so I had to find another red pen, this one was flash, a gel point not a biro, it was new and shiny and wrote well, but I missed my old red pen. It had gone, disappeared, vanished into thin air.

Work continued, as it does, and suddenly it was nearly 3 pm. I decided I needed to go for a walk to revitalise myself, I was getting sleepy in the afternoon sun that shines through the window. So I took my hair down, I had pinned it up earlier with a pen. What I hear you say? Yes, I can pin my shoulder length hair up with a pen - funky huh?

I wandered outside, breathing in the fresh air. My workmate - the one that borrows my things came upon me and asked if I could help her finish some urgent work in another building and of course I said yes. After all, I am nothing, if not helpful.

About and hour and a half later I returned to my desk to pack up for the day, and what do you know, there was my old red pen. Just sitting there, where I had put it when I took it out of my hair.

I told you it was my favourite red pen, the one I use every day, but normally just for writing. And so I left work happy, my red pen was found, in fact one could say it was never lost at all, it was in fact very close to me all the time.