She slumps, staring at her notebook, pen poised as though inspiration is about to release those words held hostage by grief.
Weighed down by all her cares, she sits slumped over her empty notebook for most of the commute. Her fellow passengers come and go but she sits immobile. Unable to rest, write or even doodle she frowns at the blank page.
Her phone vibrates to a distinctive sound. She rouses as the significance of the call registers. Her smile wipes away all my sadness on her behalf. “Sweetheart? It’s so good to hear your voice. How far away are you?”
What do you think? Do you like my first attempt at a 100 word story?