The cursor blinked from an empty screen, the only light in a night-draped house. Walls slept; world slept; he, for a moment, slept. She looked over at his backlit-shadowed features; they frowned.
She sighed and could not frown. Or smile. Expressions felt as elusive as the absent story arcs on her page.
I must write something, she thought.
Blink, answered the screen.
Then; through morning oatmeal mind mush, an idea came. Her fingers poised to type…
He groaned. Sat up. Named her.
She turned to his care.
The cursor sighed, yawned, and went to sleep without her.
Dedicated to Charli, for this week’s prompt at Carrot Ranch.
April 25, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes exhaustion. Who is exhausted and why? Can you make art of exhaustion? Go where the prompt leads!
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If I may, I’d like
A word or two of your attention,
A paragraph of your time,
An exchange of consideration,
A stanza in your schedule,
And a line of your day.
If so, I might phrase this moment
As a literary conversation.
“Motivation’s garbage. It’s never there when you need it.
“Every human being has a five second window -might even be shorter, for you. You have about a five second window in which you can move from idea to action before your brain kicks into full gear and sabotages any change in behavior.
“‘Cause, remember, your brain is wired to stop you from doing things that are uncomfortable or uncertain or scary. It’s your job to learn how to move from those ideas that could change everything into acting on them.”
-Mel Robbins, The Secret to Self-Motivation
Take the shaped thoughts of another and apply them to your mind. Sometimes they fill a gap neatly, completing a synapse with a satisfying *click* of thought current.
Many times the expressions instead fall to the floor, with the other un-matched logical laundry.
Years later, you are getting ready for a change. Pulling at an exposed piece, you disengage the idea from its neighboring detritus and hold it up.
“What a cute thought!” You exclaim. “I wish I’d tried this on years ago!”