StoryVerse〔09〕

A Writer's Journey

Rain is torrenting down. Thunder booms and lightning tears through the cloud-laden sky. Standing at the window, you watch the Tempest. The urge to write grows. On the screen, the solitary cursor is mocking you. You stare for a long while. There’s only you and the cursor, blinking, blinking, blinking, hypnotic, the faint static of the pixels turning on and off, on, off, on, off.

Thunder. Lightning. The cursor dies. The storm has knocked out the electricity grid of the whole block. Lights are off everywhere.

〔⍺〕〔go back〕〔look back out window〕〔run out into storm〕

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