365 Writing · Stories

Late

Tim’s eye’s slid open. It had been a terrible weekend, and the last thing he wanted is to face the office Monday blues. He looked at his clock. 8:45, enough time he’d be fine… shit. He had a meeting he forgot about… and he was already late.

[Trying some flash fiction. I’m honestly not inspired at all this weekend with a lot of things going on but still trying to do my daily writing! This habit is getting very hard lately… I’m honestly starting to find it might hurt my writing a bit as it removes some energy I have from working on larger works such as Defenders, but I know that it has helped me overall get writing done I wouldn’t have otherwise.]

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