The Writer's Descent into Madness [50-Words]
I forgot how to write.
Did I forget how to write?
Writing's avoiding me.
Where are you, Words?
She'd worn the pink tutu all week. Pacing the hallway like a caged lion, she muttered "I've forgotten how to write," as she batted away the flying monkeys while dodging miniature elephants.
Lisa H. Owens
Created for an Inner Circle Writers' Group 50-word Flash Fiction Friday
January 28, 2022
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