Vanishing Act
Inspiration sparkled and danced like a birthday candle.
Nancy sat up straight in her chair, her pen suspended in the air like it was trying to catch the flashing idea.
Sudden and unexpected, while she had been writing a grocery list, Nancy was absolutely dumbstruck with the force of the marvelous thought.
Putting her pen down, Nancy stood, walked into the living room and stopped. In an instant, she had crossed the threshold ~ the threshold between the den and the living room.
Ready to do ~ something, Nancy paused, scratching her head.
Absence had replaced the great, wonderful and intelligent idea out of her head with empty air.
Turning, she walked back into the den, hoping against hope she would find the fascinating idea hovering and waiting for her.
Instead of a flashing ‘IDEA’ in the air, she found only the grocery list she had started and a cold cup of coffee.
“Oh well”, Nancy muttered to herself, “if it was that great an idea it will be back - someday.”
Nagging in the back of her mind, unbeknownst to her, that distant sparkle would remain - always just out of reach until it vanished as though it had never been.
“With the new day comes new strength and new thoughts.”
~ Eleanor Roosevelt
Author's Note: Edited January 02, 2024
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