My Spirit of Inspiration

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"I wouldn't say that."

I ignored her voice. The words on the screen scrolled by as I went over the new story. I always reread what I had of the current chapter, before adding to it. Sometimes I would get so caught up making changes, I was no longer in the mood to write by the time I reached where I had left off. Very dedicated to this craft, am I.

I paused the scroll, silently reading another section of dialog.

"Or that," she added. I sat back, sighing.

"It's not you."

"Yes, it is."

"No, it is not. All the women aren't you."

"No..." she said, "but THAT one is!"

I took another look at the character in my mind. Was it her? I never used her name, naturally, apart from that one story. And, I had only used her three times. Always in a special story, never just tossed in with regular characters. Was this her?

I let my shoulders sag.

"OK, it's you."

"Told you." I felt her smile behind me. "And, I wouldn't say that." The story scrolled. "Or that. Or do that." The words paused. I felt her face against mine. "I would do that, though."

"We did. Remember? That time..."

"I remember."

Her words were soft, flowing through my mind like a dream. The scene filled my mind. The two of us on my king sized bed. Her body...

"You haven't found someone else." Her words weren't accusing. They were sad. I closed my eyes.

"I kept wanting them to be like you. That wasn't fair to them."

"I wasn't that good..."

"You were what I wanted. What I needed."

She was silent. I scrolled back in the text. I knew what I had to do.

"You're right," I said. "This is you, and it shouldn't be. Not given where the story will be going. I promised myself I wouldn't do that to you."

"Thank you." I could almost feel the breath of her words. I began highlighting large chunks to text. I could delete most of it, start again... "But," she said, "could you write that fantasy you have?"

I paused.

"Really?"

"Really. I WOULD have done that, if you had asked..."

"I was going to..."

I turned. The room was empty behind me. That was OK. When I turned back to the computer, she would be there. She was always there…

The End

Edited by Packrat

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