my entries for the Construct Cup |
it never fails— there I am, typing away my head stuck within a fictional mind, my dragon soaring so fast and high that I’m not sure I can sustain the pace, and it’s smooth. the sounds of the house are hidden behind earplugs that pour a classical soundtrack on a loop—Vivaldi to Wagner, Saint Saens to Ravel— wordless thunder crashes and eldritch screams and discordances that make my pulse sing and my thoughts race into story. I haven’t eaten in hours, but I don’t feel the lack because the flow is magic . . . and then, the phone rings. I barely hear it—I try to ignore it— but it could be family so I strip away the headphones and untangle my laptop from my arm, and stand, heading to answer— only to hear a recorded voice pretending to be a human ask me if I needed a wireless security system— which we don’t. we have one already, and I hang up without thanking or saying goodbye, but when I flop back down on the couch and pull my laptop back, my dragon has gone and I’m left in the middle of a song, in the middle of the story, lost. Prompt for: May 3, 2016 ▼ |