Tabula Rasa

I stared out the window.

My editor expected another thousand words. My readers were complaining about two of my characters, neither of whom could be killed off anytime soon. I had a chance at an award if I could come up with something good enough. Nothing I thought up seemed good enough.

The longer I sat and stared, the less I could imagine and the closer came the deadline. Would I end up splashing dreck on the pristine page and end up panned again? Could I pay the mortgage if I did?

I stared out the window, seeing nothing but screen.

The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Challenger (Hub): Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Dale Rogerson

Breadcrumbs: If you leave a link in my comments to the post where you rose to the challenge, then I will be sure to comment. If it’s hard to find you, I’ll assume you don’t want a visit