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Like puppets, shadows polka’d up the walls and across the table as the stumpy candle flickered in the jar, its veins spilling into a waxy puddle.

Edward stared at the paper in front of him. It was dying. Parched, jaundiced and, undoubtedly, jaded, it curled self-consciously, like Eve covering her nudity.

His pen reclined, nonplussed, in the criss-crossed cushion between thumb and forefinger.

Forty days he had sat like this. For forty days he had floated in the vacuous space inside his skull. A moth clicked against the glass. Swooped. Erupted. Still Edward was unable to write anything.

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    Helen Laycock over 8 years ago

    Hi folks!
    I thought writers' block - we can all identify with that - was a good choice for my very first drabble...

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    Michael Cook over 8 years ago

    Hi Helen, and welcome to Drablr.

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    Helen Laycock over 8 years ago

    Thanks, Mike! I'm glad I found the group :)

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    Bryan Thomas over 8 years ago

    Super! Look forward to reading more of your drabbles.

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    Helen Laycock over 8 years ago

    Thanks, scribbler! I see you are a prolific drabbler. Great stuff!

    Can anyone enlighten me as to what the votes are all about?

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