around the bend

Nan rounded the corner and looked directly into the face of new day. When she closed her eyes, ten suns glowed behind her lids — five per eye. Their configuration reminded her of a nickel face on a die, only the center dot slid toward the lower left, much like the birthmark on her right thigh.

Over the course of her life, Nan had traced the brown specks countless times with her index finger, repeating patterns without much thought. The discoloration was fading with time. Nan stopped to inspect it, and could no longer see a single brown freckle where five were once so prominent. Perhaps it was a sign? Had the time come to shift from accepting her fate to pursuing her destiny?

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“Fiction?” Thalia squealed.

“Why not?” asked the Muse of Many Questions. “Typist feels it’s time to mix things up.”

“Like a rolling stone.” Even the Muse of Determination couldn’t suppress a giggle at the thought of Typist as a free spirit.

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Hey all,
Experimenting with something new! Meandering Muses is in its final editing phases (Yippee!) and the muses and I are looking ahead to what might show up in book #3. Short story fiction is a front runner.
The inspiration for today’s play on fate/destiny came from the film Serendipity. Inspiration is everywhere!
What is inspiring you?
G