Lost for Words

Metafiction

I emerged from the ravine and stood in the glorious afternoon sunshine. It had not been easy climbing up the mountain, but now that I was here I had all that I needed. I put my backpack down and rummaged through it, searching for my notebook and pen.

"Hey!" The voice of my muse came from the slope below. She was breathless and dishevelled. Worse - she looked angry.

"What is it?" I asked.

She held up an iPad. "You idiot! You read the prompt wrong!"

I looked and sighed. "You're right. I'm a complete fathead."

We set off back down the path, together.