Strained
Words 101
“Well what story do you have today?”
“Nothing,” I sighed.
“Are you dead?”
“No!” I protested. “I just don’t have a story to tell.”
“May as well be dead.”
“True.” I was equally despondent.
“But you can’t die before you’re dead can you?”
“I guess not.”
“Then you have to have a story. Look around. Surely something speaks to you?”
“It does,” I ventured hesitantly, “but the ideas are all so nebulous and…”
“Well hurry up and catch one idea at least!”
“I wish I could!” I groaned in despair. “But….”
“But what?”
“The holes in the sieves are too large.”
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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a s story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this challenge and to Dale for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Okay Fine! I plead guilty. If this makes sense, do let me know I shall let myself out of the loony bin.
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