
The Muse Chronicles: 5
365 Writing Challenge, Day 47
After my brief trip, I returned to the Muse’s desk in the old library. But this time her “in” sign was turned on and a figure sat behind her desk. Except, the grey-haired old lady I met before was gone. Instead, a beautiful young woman sat in her place.
“I’m looking for the Muse,” I said.
“You found her,” the young woman replied.
“No, I mean the Muse? The older woman who was here a few days ago?” I said inquisitively.
The young woman looked confused.
“She gave me these,” I said as I pulled the glasses from my pack reluctantly.
The woman took the glasses from me and scoffed.
“I’ve been looking for these,” she said.
“They’ve helped me so much,” I said. “I’ve been able to break through my writer’s block and begin a new story.”
“I don’t understand,” the Muse said. “These are just glasses I’ve been waiting to get prescription lenses for. They have no powers.”
As the feelings washed over me, I stood silent. I felt anger, betrayal, confusion and finally joy.
“I don’t know if that’s true,” I said. “Maybe they’re just like Dumbo’s feather.”
She looked confused, I shrugged.
“I had the power to break my rut the whole time,” I said. “I just needed to believe I did.
The Muse handed the glasses back to me.
“I didn’t even like these frames,” she said. “Do you want them?”
I shook my head.
“I already have exactly what I need.”
This post is part of my 365 Fiction Writing Challenge. Read my self-imposed rules and other posts here.
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