The Angel and the Devil sat on opposite shoulders spewing arguments around the head that separated them.
“I know I am the reason for her funk, and I’m quite proud of that fact.” The Devil crossed his arms and a smug smile crept over his peeling lips.
“But it’s awful watching her frustration swell to the boiling point. Can’t you ease up a little?” The Angel’s plea fell on deaf ears. The Devil was quite adept at tuning her out.
Without warning, the shoulders of the host body began to rotate. Her arms reached forward, her fingers entwined and she stretched. Her fingertips touched the keyboard and the Angel stood to watch. Something magical happened and the Angel merely observed as the words began to etch themselves onto the screen. A little squeal of glee escaped her lips as she turned to stick her tongue out at the Devil.
Now the Devil felt the frustration. He stood and was about to embed his pitchfork into the side of the head when the Angel cried out.
“Don’t do it. She’s writing about us!”
The Angel continued to smile as the Devil flipped her off. They both took a seat on their rightful shoulder and let the creativity happen.
Written for this week’s Trifecta Challenge. I have been in a writing funk of my own the last few days and after reading a comment by Ad-libb3d at 4:00 am, the lightbulb slowly began to shine again!!
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Now onto this week’s Trifecta prompt. We’re back to one word, its third definition and the 33-333 word limit.
1 a : a state of paralyzing fear
b : a depressed state of mind
2 : one that funks : COWARD
3 : SLUMP <an economic funk> <the team went into a funk>
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