Flash Fiction: White

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PHOTO PROMPT © Penny Gadd for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

 

White walls… Sort of represents my creativity at the moment. Not even a smudge or child’s drawing to leap a story from. The plant resembles a spider, but the muse continues to sleep. Wake up! A killer spider plant, you can do this. The little voice in my head says, “piss off, you’re stupid”.

The old books might be enticing if I could read their spines. A white basket – there’s that colour again, against the matching wall and bookcase. Inspiration dead…

“Hey Tannille, let’s go work on the novel.”

Oh so now you play Muse, when the flash is over?

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  1. I watch it for hours, its green tentacles a stark contrast against a clinically white wall. Those creepy appendages hang motionless, waiting for me to look away. Does the beast have a name, and what does it eat?

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  2. Excellent take on the missing muse that we all experience.
    I am still trying to figure out where to go – by avoiding killer plants, so for the second week in a row, I am reading other stories first!

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