The lack of productivity wasn’t Aubrey fault; the Muse had left her. Quite abruptly, too. Just after dinner. She’d been rinsing her plate, when the Muse silently got up and left. For a moment, she wasn’t even aware of the Muse’s absence, until she looked over at the table, and saw the half-eaten pie and coffee sitting there, and the Muse nowhere to be found.
She threw her sponge into the sink and called after the Muse. “Hey! What’s going on?”
“If I have to explain it, you’ll never understand!” The front door slammed, and Aubrey was alone.