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Spring was much too late this year. I sit in the amphitheatre, my seat for the last few days of third year. The infamous goose rests beside me.
"Inspire me!" I whisper to the goose.
I expect a spark, some miraculous epiphany. I stare into space, hoping the drab red brick will tell me something I didn't know. Come on, just like in the movies! Did all those screenplay writers lie to me? Of course. Who wants to see a movie about 99% perspiration? So, like a jaded child, I wait for the 1% that supposedly does all the work.
"Inspire me!" I whisper to the goose.
I expect a spark, some miraculous epiphany. I stare into space, hoping the drab red brick will tell me something I didn't know. Come on, just like in the movies! Did all those screenplay writers lie to me? Of course. Who wants to see a movie about 99% perspiration? So, like a jaded child, I wait for the 1% that supposedly does all the work.
This was for my university's Centennial Drabble Contest. A Drabble has to be exactly 100 words. 100 years, 100 words. There were 3 themes to choose from. The theme of this Drabble is inspiration.
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