The Sleeping Lady

Liam G. Martin
Flashes of Fiction
Published in
2 min readDec 26, 2020

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Image by Pepper Mint from Pixabay

I had nearly given up when I saw her from out of my window, the perfect muse. She lay asleep on a park bench. To be so uninhibited, so at ease with oneself that she could fall asleep in a place so public was beyond me. The autumn’s sun had just begun to set, and the sky was stained gold. The trees around the park swayed, people came and went, some even sat beside her, but all the while she slept.

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