An Unfortunate Accident
Suffering from a severe case of writer’s block, Graham Dixon does the unthinkable to inspire his next bestseller. Will the price he has to pay cost him everything?
My temper, which had been simmering since the interview, began to boil as I stared at the blank screen. Nothing. Not one [darn] word.
“Passive aggressive [witch],” I muttered, slamming the laptop closed and pushing away from my desk. “Favorite author, my [behind].”
I collapsed onto the couch, too exhausted to bother with food despite my growling stomach. Unbeckoned images swirled in my mind in the space between wakefulness and slumber, thwarted from infecting my dreams by a sudden thwack against my patio door. Shaky with adrenaline, it took me a minute to get up to see what it was.
A large conch shell lay broken on my deck. I opened the door and felt along the glass, then scanned the beach.
The sand was littered with a scattering of people oblivious to my scrutiny, except for one woman looking my way from the shadow of a palm. Adrenaline surged through my veins once more as I squinted at her. By the time I grabbed my binoculars, she was gone.
“You’re just tired,” I told myself. A deep grumbling reminded me I hadn’t eaten since breakfast either. Making my way to the kitchen, I couldn’t help taking a nervous glance over my shoulder.
Author’s Note:
My husband and I do a lot of day hiking in our travels. I’m always slipping and sliding on loose dirt and pebbles - often on narrow, cliff side passages! There resides the muse for this story.