Thursday, May 5, 2011

They never figure it out on their own...


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.

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