The fire went out.

 
The screaming kettle summoned her to the kitchen.  She was tired, every muscle ached.  Her eyes begged to be closed and back in bed.  But somehow she knew that her day had started without her and it was time to catch up.

Tea, that would be step one.  Something strong.  Something black.  With the largest mug she could find, she took pleasure in drowning the bag.  And as she watched her energy tank begin to fill, she enjoyed the soft whisper of Johnny Cash.   He was going to Jackson.  Maybe that is where she too should go.

On a fairly regular basis she thought about just packing a bag and getting the hell out of her life.  She thought about tossing clean panties into her Reebok duffel bag and hitting the gas pedal.  After all staying here in this life with a slew of nauseating responsibilities was at times more than she could handle.

Jackson hey?  Maybe not today.  But as she sipped her hot elixir, she dreamed of better, easier days where she wondered out of her beach hut onto the sand.  No job, no boss, just days in the sun where her creative flow oozed out of her.  Days when her body was warmed by hot rays and tiny tear drops of sweat slid down her legs.  Days when breakfast fell from a tree and a swim rejuvenated everything.

Johnny's deep voice roused her from her day dreaming.  Time to shower and go.  These days, she'd forgo a post on her blog.  Creativity and inspiration had escaped her.

Comments

[Nik]

Amen to all of that.

Except the very first and the very last part. The fire is burning brighter than ever. Creativity is your middle name, friend.

Also, I love that man in black.

[Mol Cats]

I concur about your middle name. Perhaps one day our book club will be reading a book by the very successful author, B. Parnell. I cannot wait to get my hands on that book!

[~Kristina]

May I have a signed copy?
Brilliant writing.

[Krista]

Woo-hoo! You go, Girl!

[Fran Johnson]

Great imagination you have young lady. You definitely do not take after your mother.

[anya]

More please!!!

[Judy Hollingsworth]

We've all had those days kiddo! You say creativity had escaped her, what the hell was that then, the rest of us must be idiots because we sure as hell can't write like that. Go B go!

[Judy Hollingsworth]

Ditto!

[One Clean Bean]

When can I put my order in? :-) What a nice surprise to see you in the park during the Hypo Half. Thanks for the words of encouragement, I was dying trying to keep up to Kath. SHE is amazing!