“Tickets for two, please.”
“Welcome to the Inspiration Dome. Admission for the muse free. No refunds though, careful what doors you step through.”
The white door opened. Tannille and her muse stepped through the threshold.
“Surely, there is something inspirational in here?”
“I don’t know. What are you after? A clown? A murder? A space ship? The Cotton Candy Monster?”
“A sex god?”
“Fantastic, we’re exploring erotica now?”
The writer rubbed her chin. “Well, it’s the best-selling genre. All those closet readers.”
“Explains screen zombies smirking in public.”
The pair grew silent, the story spark not happening; the nothing engulfed them.
“Why are we here?”
“Blog Day again.”