© irene waters 2014
Janice sat bolt upright, glancing at the clock. Two am. Quietly, to not wake her sleeping partner, she rose. It had come to her. Funny how that often happened. Sleeping freed her brain. Floating on air with happiness, she crept to the office to record her epiphany.
She stumbled over the sleeping dog but managed to steady herself, gaining bruises as she bumped her way through the dark house. Bang. Something hit her in the head before falling with a clatter to the ground.
“You okay?”
“Your bloody golf club.”
She reached the computer. Now what was it?
In response to Charli over at Carrot ranch prompt for:
January 21, 2015 : In 99 words (no more, no less) write a 2 a.m. story. Crazy things can happen after the bars close down, even if you never go to the bar! You might, drown in a pile of snow or wake up to find a black bear in your kitchen. Well, those are northern Idaho 2 a.m. stories. What’s yours?
Respond by January 27, 2015 to be included in the weekly compilation. Rules are here. All writers are welcome!
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About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
Reflections and Nightmares- Irene A Waters (writer and memoirist) 
Good one, and fantastic photo Irene! 😀
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Yes I think walking around Margaret Olley’s house in the dark would have been a big trip hazard.
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So much going on in that room and in her head. Now I want to know if she ever remembers what she wanted to record at the computer.
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If she is like me she’ll get it down but in the morning it doesn’t sound near as good as that which came in her dream.
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Not a house to be walking around in, in the dark. Hope that golf club didn’t knock her for a loop – but maybe jiggled some more thoughts? Great short, Irene!
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Thanks Noelle. The house is a replica of a woman who was a well known artist in Australia. Her clutter was almost as famous as she was.
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That’s a good case for keeping a notebook and pen close to the bed. Sometimes we can lose those 2am stories! But a whack from a golf club…ouch! Great flash!
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Thanks Charli. At least the only thing i killed off this week was the idea she had woken with.
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Great flash! I don’t know where that dog found a space to sleep! Why can those best ideas escape so quickly!?
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I know. In the middle of the night I think I’m Henry Miller but by morning I am back to being just me.
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I’m Patrick White! 🙂 In my dreams!
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dream on – one day you might remember them.
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One day …
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Ah your Coleridge moment. How often do the good ideas leach away? Very evocative flash, as usual.
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Thanks. I think we all have them.
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