We are in the phase of our relationship where we are drifting apart slowly. I don’t even catch her looking at me absentmindedly. She doesn’t care that I am here, waiting for her.
If she doesn’t want me, I don’t want her either. Mumbled my adamant mind.
But, the truth is I need her more than I like to admit. I can only hope that she needs me too. But that’s a bit stretched even in my wildest imagination. My heart craved for one of those casual glances she often threw my way.
I need her, that’s the simple truth. Maybe, it’s time to put aside my ego and go after her. My persistence might pay off someday. After all, I can’t survive as a writer by parting ways with my muse. I want to be held captive by my muse.
This flash fiction piece is written in response to the one hundred and twenty-ninth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt – MUSE hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
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We lose her, we find her and the cycle goes on!
Ah! The Muse! We all need her in our corner, but she can sometimes be so elusive. Hope you find her again soon!
You explained Writer’s Block so beautifully.