THROUGH THE Scottish Book Trust as detailed in my previous post I entered the following into the short story competition based on the writing prompt: The Future:
What a nap! Wait. I don’t remember having a preference for hospital beds. Octopus-tubes were attached to my skin. A heart monitor registered my panic. Scared, sore necked, I sat up. The calendar read 2045. Outside, nothing had changed. Typical. Reflected in the window I saw a robot looking back…
Very cool, indeed!
I love the risk you take as a writer with so little laid down.
You really have to surrender to the reader and allow them to make of it what they will.
Thank you for sharing.
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Liked it. I Robot?
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Cheers. Something like that! Just free-wrote.
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Maybe that’s the best way, Lion!
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