Procrastination

He sat at his desk, elbows on either side of the keyboard, fingers clenching hair above each ear. Ideas and inspiration sat atop his head, but did not sink in. Clever strings of words assembled themselves, but could not be knit together in any logical or respectable way.

“I’ll write one next week,” he grumbled.

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FFF-55 Vol XX. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.