THE WRITE STUFF

They Put a Gun to My Head and Told Me To Write

And this is what I’m writing

Inspiration comes in many forms. Photo by Jonathan Cooper on Unsplash

THEY ordered me to write.

“Write. Something. Anything. Or we shoot,” THEY declared in Gangsta voices, with one gun to my temple and the other aimed straight at my ovaries. Which are useless and dried up but still fun to have.