By Kirsten Leggett
I knew this story was coming. I could feel it brewing like a low pressure cell off the coast, making its way toward the shore. I waited some. To see what would happen.
The wind picked up a notch and scattered my thoughts to make space. Then the spitting of words started with a heavy drop here, a splat there, and then the deluge, which soaked my skin from the inside out—a tropical storm filling rivers.
Limitless flow.
The cell moves on, as quickly as it had come, over land, clinging to mountains, brewing and searching for the next word.
Pretty good if stories just appear,I get mine by recalling past events.
Lovely metaphor.
Wow. Not only is this a complete story but also totally fresh and really resonates. And it’s a piece of writing about writing that’s not self-indulgent or boring! In 101 words! Rarity.
Thank you Vesna for your kind words! I am thrilled it resonates.
Flash flood? Enjoyed that.
Inspiration is a bit like an approaching storm, isn’t it? At least it is for me. Good story, Kirsten!