
© 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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