“It’s time to play!”
These words hung on the ether, suspended. I looked up from the monitor in my lap. A thick crust of discarded envelopes and opened bills covered my desk, interwoven with make-up assignments and urgent requests from companies for more information (dated last year.) Empty bottles fought with used glasses like weeds growing through the avalanche of paper, dead things pushing up desperately for light and life.
My nails, unclipped, clicked harshly against the plastic as I considered.
Yes. It’s always time to play.
2DTeleidoscope: Good morning, writers. It’s time to play! (300-500 words based on this phrase, post somewhere we can see by day’s end.)