Once Around the Block

The cursor blinked innocently on the white screen, but to the Writer it seemed as ominous as a tolling bell. It had been awhile since he last put words to paper. Or, in this modern age, perhaps the proper phrase would be words to screen.

The task he had set for himself should not be daunting. A simple story of 100 words. And yet, try as he might, those 100 words would not come. In frustration he began typing, a stream of consciousness with no set destination.

Would he eventually arrive at the place he hoped? Only time would tell.