“Just a few dollars more. If I had a small raise, I would be able to catch up.”
Jack shook his head.
No, he couldn’t afford it.
He popped over to Orinoco and looked at his humongous wish list with a sigh.
This was getting him nowhere.
He tried to move to the news site, but ended up looking at the latest risqué photos of Sharon Shaiplee. What he’d give to… Damn.
Trent scratches his head.
“How in the world am I going to fit the analogy about rising from the muck of everyday life to bloom into this story?”
Word count = 100
The muse did not love me today. I got zero. So I tried to force a story using the idea of a lotus blossom, and all of the significance of it, as an analogy. I still got nothing ;)
And yes, the Orinoco is a great river in South America, just like that other river that begins with an “A” ;)