Shh, part 3

Robert Quick

Where the -@!# did my muse go?

Writer, dreamer, knight, shackled by entertainment . . . and people.

His shoes and pants were soaked. Cold, they stuck to clung to him like a heavy second skin. As he turned the corner, he stepped down into water that swallowed his shoe up past his ankle before he touched the sidewalk. Somehow it felt colder than his feel already were. Grimacing, he pulled his dripping foot back. The streets were completely deserted here. He couldn't tell where he was anymore. He had only been to Liv's place a handful of times--and they were all by bus. He used the flashlight app on his cell phone and double checked what street he was on. The sign and the pole vibrated and rocked under the stress of the freak weather but he was able to read Tezuka Boulvevard. Good. Liv's flat was only two streets over.

Something bumped against the back of his shoe. Training the light on it, he could see it was a plastic wrapped bowl of ramen, the kind sold by convenience stores. The flow of water pushed it past him. It wasn't until later that he realized he should have grabbed it and any other food he saw.

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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

True, hindsight is 20/20, so they say.

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