It’s dark as I quietly gather up my tools. Making my way up the stairs for yet another early morning visit to my temporary office. I pull the door closed behind me. The crunch of gravel under my feet is the only sound.
The freedom of the outdoors. Displaced from the real world. It’s where I go to find the written words that bob in the darkness. Waiting for the emerging day to push them to the surface and flow across the paper.
On a hill, overlooking the valley, the sun slowly lights up this office.
My day begins.
The freedom of the outdoors. Displaced from the real world. It’s where I go to find the written words that bob in the darkness. Waiting for the emerging day to push them to the surface and flow across the paper.
On a hill, overlooking the valley, the sun slowly lights up this office.
My day begins.
Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Prompt - July 27, 2016 - write an office story.
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