Welcome to the Wakefield Doctrine (the theory of clarks, scotts and rogers)
The week’s prompt is ‘Craft’. This being zoe’s Six Sentence Story bloghop where/when everyone is invited to write a story (of six sentence length, no more and no less) using or otherwise relating to the prompt word. You need to try one this week, it’s really quite… enjoyable.
“When does my Muse show up?”
The man sat at his desk in the late half of night; next to his keyboard a very ugly coffee mug sat in midst of an Olympic circle of tan rings, artificially-sweetened glyphs of late night and early morning writing sessions.
“Your inquiry is very important to us, please remain on the line and your call will be answered in the order in which it was received,” the tinny voice, coming from the handset, interrupted the engagingly repetitive music that played in-between recorded messages of new opportunities and announcements of expiring offers.
The Company’s Offering showed up in his email the night before, the subject line saved it from immediate deletion, ‘What do successful writers have that you don’t? A Muse, we can arrange it, all you have to do is be willing to pay’!
Laughing at himself for being old, he clicked the link at the bottom of the email, ignored the three pages of densely-legal language and read the very last paragraph: ‘In exchange of my immortal soul, I will be provided a Muse’, listening to the silence in the house around him, all other life long since driven away by his insistence that his craft was his only worth, maneuvered the cursor over ‘Send’ and stabbed the ‘Enter’ with far more force than necessary; in the quiet house he thought, as if for the first time, ‘so when does the magic begin?
A quiet, gentle voice that somehow echoed in the pre-spoken silence of thought, whispered in his ear, “Granted.”