A single word, action or glance may not have all the classical elements of a story as defined by the literati--yet who can escape the story of a single gunshot in the middle of the night, shattering the silence with sudden awareness,?
There's conjecture, anticipation, the denouement of deciding that it was nothing really, or making a choice to call the police. There's a story there.
If you love to watch people, and observe them carefully, there's a story in each moment, each movement. The way she brushes her hair out of her eyes. The way he tilts his head when he looks at you. Each and every action comes out of a context, a history, a story.
In fact, there is so much story going on in the world, that most people learn to ignore them. It's part of socialization, growing up, paying attention--to whatever the authority in our life wants us to pay attention to. Don't stare. Don't dawdle. Don't talk to strangers. Come along now. Hurry up. And in order to obey, in order to survive, we end up turning away from the stories of the moment. The enticing beginnings that start with once upon a time, the chance meeting with a dark and mysterious stranger that reveals our destiny and leads us on a dangerous and magical adventure.
But some of us have not totally lost our curiosity, our sense of wonder, our ability to observe and to listen. We are among you. We sometimes act normal, but if you look closely, we are looking squarely back at you.
We are writers. Do not be afraid. We are here to serve mankind.