Flash Fiction #134 – The Muse

Mo wished to be beautiful like his muse siblings. He came from a long line of great ideas. Artists battled to take his siblings home; not Mo. He was short, squat, fanged, and covered in barnacles, but he knew he was the idea of a century.

Door to door, he went, pitching himself.

An old woman slammed her door, stating Mo was too much work.

A middle-aged man spat at Mo, calling him a horrible idea.

It was the teen girl who welcomed Mo in and gave him a home. With Mo’s help, she wrote the idea of a century.

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