Picture courtesy of Claire Fuller
I wasn’t going to write an entry this week – I’ve been sick with a cold, feeling overwhelmed with all that isn’t getting done at work and at home….you know the many reasons not to write. I saw the photo on Wednesday and waited for inspiration to arrive. This evening, as I decided to call it a night, I thought “what would I be looking for in a library like the one in the picture?” And it came to me. I’d be seeking inspiration. And there was my muse, an old man in a grey sweater, waiting to help me out.
Word Count: 100
“Inspiration,” muttered the old man in the grey frayed sweater, “I know there’s a book on ‘Inspiration’ here somewhere. Magical, it is, really. Full of great ideas for writers with none. That’s your problem, innit?”
I startled, not sure how he saw right through me. I’d just walked into this old bookshop to get out of the rain. I hadn’t expected to be analyzed. But there it was. I was sorely in need.
“Ah, found it! Right where the last one of you lot left it.” Blowing dust off the jacket, he handed the tome to me.
Weekly crisis averted.
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© Erin Leary