Claire set down the glass. Walked back to the desk. Didn't sit.
Write one sentence , she told herself. Just one. It doesn't have to be good. It just has to be true. unblock
She walked to the kitchen and ran the tap until the water turned cold. Drank it standing up, watching the streetlight flicker through the window. A moth beat itself against the glass, persistent, stupid, beautiful. Claire set down the glass
Then another: And maybe that was enough. unblock
The cursor still blinked on the screen. But now, it looked less like a demand and more like an invitation.
She wrote: The moth kept trying.