On this blog, neurodivergent (dyslexic) author Leanne (Willetts) Dyck ("dihck") publishes her short play--Lean on a Gulf Islander--about remote island life. She is writing (picture books and young middle grade novels) for children, (memoirs and upmarket fiction) for adults, and knitting pattern books for children and adults. Thank you for visiting and sharing this blog. Your support is greatly appreciated.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
A Slave To Her Muse (short story) by Leanne Dyck
Debbie Newton slept but not peacefully. One minute she lay on her stomach, the next she flipped like a pancake on her back. She kicked at the blankets, mashed her head into the pillow. Longing for a soothing island oasis, she found a violent storm. The wind raged--tossing her like a kite. A rope. Yes, that's what I need. In her hands, a thick rock climber's rope appeared. She looped it around a tree and then around herself. There, she thought--confident she'd won. Red handled scissors materialized. One cut and she sailed into the air.
"No fair!" she screamed, pounding her mattress.
Soaring over rooftops, she looked down and saw in bold black lettering on a green metal roof, 'W-R-I-T-E'. She gave up, woke up, turned on her bedside lamp, grabbed a pen and was a slave to her muse.
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