The Lament of a Page

              One miserable page. That’s all I’ve been given. Curse Author! There are countless books out there dedicated to so much more, but I find myself with only one page, one page that I surely can do nothing with. It’s not fair I say. Oh, I wish I could be an epic poem, or a tale in which some sturdy hero sets out on a journey that tests the limits of his soul. Surely, that would be grounds for a tree to offer me its paper, one in which the masses demand be put into print. But no one will ever grace my title with the noteworthy association of a page-turner.