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 My Spirit of Inspiration By Invid Fan (c)2013



   "I wouldn't say that."

   I ignored her voice.  The words on the screen scrolled by as I went over
the new story.  I always reread what I had of the current chapter, before
adding to it.  Sometimes I would get so caught up making changes, I was no
longer in the mood to write by the time I reached where I had left off. 
Very dedicated to this craft, am I.

   I paused the scroll, silently reading another section of dialog.

   "Or that," she added.  I sat back, sighing.

   "It's not you."

   "Yes, it is."

   "No, it is not.  All the women aren't you."

   "No..." she said, "but THAT one is!"

   I took another look at the character in my mind.  Was it her?  I never
used her name, naturally, apart from that one story.  And, I had only used
her three times.  Always in a special story, never just tossed in with
regular characters.  Was this her?

   I let my shoulders sag.

   "OK, it's you."

   "Told you." I felt her smile behind me.  "And, I wouldn't say that." The
story scrolled.  "Or that.  Or do that." The words paused.  I felt her face
against mine.  "I would do that, though."

   "We did.  Remember?  That time..."

   "I remember."

   Her words were soft, flowing through my mind like a dream.  The scene
filled my mind.  The two of us on my king sized bed.  Her body...

   "You haven't found someone else." Her words weren't accusing.  They were
sad.  I closed my eyes.

   "I kept wanting them to be like you.  That wasn't fair to them."

   "I wasn't that good..."

   "You were what I wanted.  What I needed."

   She was silent.  I scrolled back in the text.  I knew what I had to do.

   "You're right," I said.  "This is you, and it shouldn't be.  Not given
where the story will be going.  I promised myself I wouldn't do that to
you."

   "Thank you." I could almost feel the breath of her words.  I began
highlighting large chunks to text.  I could delete most of it, start
again...  "But," she said, "could you write that fantasy you have?"

   I paused.

   "Really?"

   "Really.  I WOULD have done that, if you had asked..."

   "I was going to..."

   I turned.  The room was empty behind me.  That was OK.  When I turned
back to the computer, she would be there.  She was always there...

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   Edited by Packrat

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