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When I awoke I could tell he’d gone. The night before he said he was entering a writing challenge. Fifty-thousand words by the end of the month.
I looked in on him, head down bum up so to speak, typing furiously his mind focused on the story in his head, unravelling before him on the screen.
I wanted to encourage him as best I could so I left him and went to make the morning coffee.
Returning he nodded his appreciation as I settled the steaming cup beside him.
I left him there, his masterpiece evolving like time itself.
Written for: https://bikurgurl.com/2017/11/01/100-word-wednesday-week-43/
Morpethroad 
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Sounds like he has NaNoWriMo fever! 🙂 I didn’t think of him as a writer of words for stories, perhaps penning lyrics and rhythms, as all I could see was the dance in the lights 😉 Thank you so much for your fresh take on this lovely image — always appreciate your joining us!
My pleasure, enjoyed the task.
🙂