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February 25, 2007

Flash Fiction Number 12 - Rupert's Inspiration

Rupert’s Inspiration

Sometimes I read something or eavesdrop on a conversation in a crowd, or catch a smell that whips my head around.
In wonder I stare at the idea that just struck me like a bolt of lightning, all of my senses on high alert, mind buzzing like bees.
In a fury I try to capture the glimpse but later it never quite feels like the experience. How do you describe a moment that stands still when everything near is in clear focus and there is nothing else? And then the moment is gone. But something new remains. I am changed.

Posted by carl1236 at February 25, 2007 8:22 PM | Writing