I sit down at the writing desk, cluttered with unfamiliar objects.
Today has brought with it no new idea, no inspiration to draw upon. Instead as an exercise I decide to attempt some dialog. It is something of a weakness of mine, a blind spot of writing. Today I will attempt to write a little of it, even just a line.
As I contemplate how to get started my wife shouts up the stairs, asking if I would like a drink bringing up.
“No thanks, I’m fine” I reply, feeling ever so slightly ashamed of myself.
A 100 word story based on the photo prompt from the Friday Fictioneers.
Photo (c) Claire Sheldon