Pry
"'Come on, Carrie." She said, asking her best friend," The writer paused, trying to come up with an idea for a name. "Sylvia?"
The writer shook her head, "No good." She threw her head back so her head was upside down prior to the fireplace in the starbucks café.
A strange passerby in the window, walked past her, but ended up backing up to watch the peculiar scenario. He laughed, knocking on the window.
The writer quickly sat up, noticing the passerby. She put a hand to her chest and closed her eyes. She laughed, noticing he was also. He held up a finger, and walked away.
Curious, she followed him with her eyes, and noticed that he was coming into the café. Oh gosh, what's he doing? Her heart raced.
"Hey," He said, scaring her once more. She screeched, turning around to see him. He was a handsome stranger, tall, dark skin, gorgeous smile. His accent was a hint of, Irish? "I don't mean to pry, but what are you doing? I noticed a bit a frustration while walking past."
She closed the laptop, turning toward the now sitting person. "A book, I'm writing a book. For my creative writing class. The first ten chapters are due tomorrow and I'm drawing a writers. . ." She stumbled upon her words.
"Block?" He suggested.
She groaned, slapping her forehead with her palm. "See, even I can't think of that word!" She wanted to cry with all the stress, but forbid the tears to fall.
"Hey, it's alright." The handsome stranger said, wary of comforting the poor writer with a simple touch on her arm. "Is there anything I can do?"
She looked at him, with stress in her eyes. "More coffee?"
He got up straight away, getting the unmotivated writer a new cup of imagination. Or, at least he hoped.
"I need a highly caffeinated beverage for the young lady with writers block." He smirked. "Think you can help me out?"
The barista stared at the handsome costumer. "Of course, sir." Smiling she wrote the order down, and charged the man. Once the drink came, he rushed it to the unfortunate writer he'd only just met.
"Here you are, madam!" He bowed, handing the piping hot coffee to her.
A relieving sigh escaped her lips. "You know?" She smiled, opening her laptop up again. She opened the document and began typing. "I think you've given me the inspiration I need."
The handsome stranger smiled. "Anything for the next best selling author."
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Blank Canvas
RandomA series of short one passage prompts that begin and stop, no more continuations. They're simply one thought writing prompts to help guide the whimsical mind to outflow ideas into a blank canvas.
