Flash Fiction: Ghost Ship

The sky cried — cruel and unforgiving. 

“Ah crap, one line and I’m blocked… Muse? No gods, fairies, or other supernatural creatures this week?”

“Well, excuse me. Someone is busy plotting for NaNoWriMo. I’m preoccupied with The ImmorTales.”

“Not even a tiny teaser?” 

“Ok… let’s give it a go.”

***

Izzy sat by the window. The museum’s cafe was rather quiet. The unforgiving weather kept the tourist away. Rain droplets abused the glass. An excellent day writing day… or not. The laptop curser nagged. The words didn’t come on command. Damn it, think Izzy, think.

Shipwreck, treasure, brutality. No toilets. Grubby men… no place for a woman. 

Lost in thought, Izzy stared out at the wild ocean. A ghostly ship with pirate-looking sails emerged from the water. She blinked in time with her curser. Chills travelled down her spine. At least she had something to write about — writer gone mad. 

~*~

Note:
This week’s story started out as a “conversation with The Muse“, as a last resort to force a story, but even that fell flat. She’s always amusing so I kept the words in. I think she just wanted to say “hello”. The National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) is back this November and I’m trying frantically to weave story threads together this October so I can smash those words out and not take out clumps of my hair. Izzy is a character in the novel.