A movement caught my eye. Something fairly large and light
brown had fluttered over the field opposite my house and disappeared into the
ditch on the far side.
A hare! I thought, followed (almost) immediately by, Don’t
be daft, hares can’t fly!
Common sense told me the half-glimpsed creature had probably
been a pheasant or duck, but the picture it planted in my mind insisted on
growing bigger, brighter and more detailed. Of course there’s no such thing as
a flying hare - I know that - but that’s not going to stop me writing a story about one!
Another senior moment, or a flash of creative genius?
You decide.
5 comments:
Ideas strike at any time! A flying hare should make a great story.
Thanks Suzanne, as you're a writer too I'm sure you understand perfectly, but I think my non-writing friends just think I'm a bit odd!
creative juices flowing, no question.
If it weren't for senor moments, I'd be out of time by now.
And they do make life more interesting.
Thanks for dropping by, Henry.
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