A creative thought flashed through my brain. I dashed up the stairs two at a time, pushed open the office door.
Furniture, hidden beneath mountains of miscellaneous debris and detritus.
I gaped.
A recollection weeviled into my mind.
Gone.
The fog enveloped me again, and I turned and stumbled downstairs.
Jess Dubois, a retiree living near the coast in Kent, has just started writing flash fiction. When not writing she enjoys juggling all the writing, painting, and baking in her life.
Jess, at my age, an inspirational thought is like a grammar school flash card, quickly back in the pack. Gene Newman
Been there.
This reminds me of when you’re in the shower suddenly know how to fix the plot hole you’ve been obsessing over, but as soon as you step out, it’s gone.
I’ll bet we’ve ALL been there. you capture it perfectly.
Very thoughtful and oh so true.