Flash Fiction: New Year’s Eve with the Muse

PHOTO PROMPT © Na’ama Yehuda for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here.

MUSE: I keep seeing clouds in my coffee.

TANNILLE: OK, we could write about 2020, the year that made everyone cry?

MUSE: Pfft, did that last week. Not very inspiring. I’m bored with 2020.

TANNILLE: Maybe aliens will come down and save us from ourselves? What ever happened to the alien story, anyway?

MUSE: Too many glorious ideas, too little time. 

TANNILLE: Tsk, tsk. Do you need reigning in?

MUSE: Get stuffed, it’s still 2020.

TANNILLE: That’s right, you have one day of freedom left, then let the flogging begin. 

MUSE: I don’t like the pleasure in your tone. 

TANNILLE: Happy 2021… Better?

62 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: New Year’s Eve with the Muse

    • Tannille says:

      Yep, have a bottle or few in the fridge. One for me, one for the muse… Perhaps not, might get too pickled. lol. I hope you drown out the New Year, take your mind off the collectively awful year. Bonus, it’ll keep you warm.

      Thanks C!


  1. trentpmcd says:

    Perhaps your muse is channeling Carly Simon…. Maybe write about a mystery guy whose identity is not revealed, even 50 years later. (When I hear “clouds in my coffee, that is th eonly thing I can think of)

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    • Tannille says:

      My friend and I debated what “clouds in my coffee” meant. We decided on tears. When I see clouds often I hear the line in my head. Funny how some things stick. I nearly wrote a parody.

      Thanks T!

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