Tidal
This month's One Plan story is called "Tidal". You can find it here.
When inspiration strikes it can feel like it is a mysterious gift. We catch ourselves saying, "Where did that idea come from?" Well, what if we knew exactly where they came from.
Enjoy this preview of January's short story, Tidal.
Tidal
Shawn sloshed into the seat across the booth from me. “It’s all collapsing. Supernova headed towards a black hole. Turning in on itself, ready to go dark.”
He wore a wrinkled blue button-down that looked slept in, but this was nothing new. Before I met him, I imagined people who worked in social media living in t-shirts and pajama bottoms. But when you’re a social media manager for a big brand, button-downs, even if they’re wrinkled, are mandatory.
“Too many people,” he went on. “Too many words. Too many ideas. It’s dense and cold. An event horizon. Everything’s being sucked in.”
“Hello to you too,” I said wryly, but he didn’t seem to hear.
A mood that I knew all too well had taken hold of him, like winds whipping up a storm on the ocean. Those around him usually headed for safer ports as his swells of pessimism and grievances formed. Soon, breakers would roll in, a fresh ferocity with each growing wave. Shawn could come ashore like a tsunami, inundating the land—everything precious drowned by grabbing words. Then would come the slow pull to the sea; things of meaning transformed into flotsam and carried to the depths. Today, his ocean rolled in particularly rough. I felt the sea spray mix with the New York city heat as soon as he opened the cafe door. READ MORE...
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