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“What are you doing?” said Thalia. “You’ve been sitting there at the computer motionless for an hour.”
“Trying to write this week’s flash fiction. This photo prompt’s tough and I’m just not inspired.”
“So why don’t you just skip it this week?”
“Can’t do that. I’m addicted.”
“Addicted? Like to a drug?”
“It’s ridiculous how important it is to me. Don’t understand it myself.”
“Writers are a strange bunch, creative but nerdy.”
I looked over at her. She was wearing the black negligee.
“I’ll be in the bedroom if you ever get it done.”
“I’ll be there in five minutes.”