“Holding us back, Sam; how much longer, before you submit?”
“Have I ever missed a deadline?”
Sam knew he was stuck. Smoking numerous cigarettes and drinking endless cups of coffee, could not solve Sam’s writer’s block. Earlier problem had resolved itself. Not today.
As a last resort, Sam decided to head home defying Sarita’s diktat, “never mix professional and personal lives.”
Sitting on an old sofa, resting his laptop on a discarded trunk, Sam looked at the cluttered garage and clear sky in the hope that peace and quiet of the old garage will mobilise his mental processes.
Word Count: 97
This is an effort to write aflash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 14thDec, 2018, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here
Photo Prompt : Douglas M. MacIlroy