It’s not Friday yet

“The glare was blinding. I stopped in my tracks ….”

“And you reached nowhere?”

“I am now here. A window opened in the sky, and a resounding voice asked me to change tracks.”

“A window in the sky? Whom are you kidding?”

“I’ll show you a pic.”

“So, there was a camera lurking somewhere?”

“There is someone providing you with a stimulus right now. You can paint a canvas, or write a story.”

“Oh, that’s Rochelle Wisoff from Friday Fictioneers…”

“But it’s not Friday yet.”


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