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Fiction shorts Drabble 2025
Waiting
RWDouble Drabble 2.0.130 Quarry
Twist: Include dancing clouds
This last year has been like none before, flying away, walking away, driving away, in and out of rooms, city to different city, landmark to landmark. The St. Louis Arch to Marble Arch, the river Seine to the Clyde, songs written, rewritten, scrapped, recorded, or forgotten.
Each sky is a collection of ideas: clouds, dark, dancing, puffy, pale, pictures of ideas. Some may find this laughable, and others may find it sad, but one thing remains constant: clouds come. Ideas come.
And like the clouds, some ideas drift and disappear. Ideas cannot be quarried; they appear like memories, others like storms, washing away that first idea. But through it all, we learn to wait — not chase inspiration, but to greet it, quietly, when it arrives. In airports, alleyways, late-night kitchens, the muse wears many disguises, my last one was taking a crap. And so, I waited — as if any second, I might piss my pants.
