Thursday throw out

So, its Thursday again. I missed last week due to the holiday, sorry, I had to work :(. I am running out of steam when it comes to things to post for you. I don't want to disappoint so therefore I am bringing you an excerpt from Muse Vol 2 this evening.

I am spending my holiday searching for inspiration. I have reached a stale spot in my creative life. I really dislike the holidays, and have  a hard time coping with the season.  So if this post is anticlimactic I apologise and I promise big things next week :)

on to the teaser

Muse Vol 2


“Hello Erato.” A soft voice floats from the form.

“Mother?” Calliope squeaks from behind me.

In front of me, I see the long absent face of my mother with her arms open wide. She beams at my sister and I, and I can feel her happiness flow through me like a river. Cali grabs my hand and tows me toward our mother, eager to close the distance time has caused. Unable to contain myself, I start to weep, as she wraps us in her all-encompassing arms.

“My beautiful girls,” Mother breaths as she squeezes us harder. Cali lets out a quiet sob, as I lean in and lay my head on mothers shoulder, relishing in her touch. It has been so long since I had contact with her that I inhale deeply trying to commit her scent to memory.
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I am disappointed with this but, i hope you don't hate it...next week all

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