I tried. I tried to write a flash fiction piece from this Sunday Secret. I tried four or five times this week. It was like – I can’t think of a simile. It was like that. I couldn’t think of anything past first paragraphs. I tried a thirty-something narrator and then a teenage narrator. I wrote backstory. I jumped in the middle. I tried dialogue.
Keep writing, I wrote.
One more page, I wrote.
My one more page veered from the prompt.
I want this to work.
I will try again.