The Writing Odyssey

My cell phone clutched in my hand, I looked unseeingly out of the skylight, which was covered by the gray icy fingers of rain.

"I am flabbergasted," I said when I reached my friend's answering machine. "I just read my brother's story and it is better than the story . . . you know, the one I asked you to read . . . the one that took two years of studying …