Her return
Entering my study, determined to finally get my latest novel started, I stopped dead. Stretched out on the rug in front of the fire and wearing nothing more than a g-string, bra and pair of glasses was a woman I'd never seen before. Holding a pencil seductively between her lips she looked up at me, smiled, and let one of her bra straps fall.
“Who the fuck are you?”
“You know exactly who I am, Damon,” she whispered. “I'm your muse and I'm always with you, or at least I used to be until you stopped writing.”
©JSMorbius
3 comments:
Great take on your piece. I like what you wrote, and you pointed out on how it speaks to the author, until he stops writing.
Very creative! I like it!
OMG!! She's telling you get back to writing Julez!! Get writing!! Hot and spicy flash! You can do it, I know you can. ;-)
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