Some ask, how is a story born? Where do you get your ideas?
Read below to find a plausible answer to your questions.

The Desert
Stranded in a creative desert
Words escape me
Nothing to show on paper
Wisps of a scene dance through my mind,
then disappear before the words land in my story.
This journey is unsettling
Leaving me feeling ill at ease
Besides being dry and barren, deserts are often hot
To escape the dullness of these empty days
We went to a concert
The outdoor setting provided a great escape from the heat
Venue was filled with people enjoying themselves
An evening breeze blew in from the ocean
A lovely time was had
A threesome unlocked a creative muse within me
The characters were all – characters
I was certain there was a story beneath the surface
Back home, after a lovely evening of music by the shore,
a short story was born
Now, your part…
If you have a desire to read the flash fiction piece born of this evening, click the yes option. If not, click no. In a couple of weeks, I’ll tally the responses. Depending upon what I find, you may get the story. You will be updated.
Please select and press one of the options below.
(Disclaimer notice for you, my readers. I appreciate your patience as I worked through the details of the form. Thank you.)
Thanks for reading and following my blog.
Linda








