I tapped away, excitedly setting my story in print. Another sip of wine, the prose flourished. Tap, tap, tap another slug. My creative wires connected, sparking. I opened a bottle. My masterpiece! I knocked back another glass. No writer’s block here, I typed feverishly. Ideas kept coming, so did the Rioja. Words flew into the perfect piece. Leaning back in my worn leather chair, I re-read the text. Excellent, superb, exceptional there are insufficient superlatives to describe my talent!
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Pounding head in hands, light paining my bloodshot eyes, misery and despair my new companions. What a pile of …!
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
Clare Hempstead 