The Creative Bug

She scratched at the sting on her shoulder, the gnawing at her neck, it inched itself closer to her ear lobe as she swatted it away flippantly with the back of her hand. It tried again: landing on her clavicle, sliding down her cleavage trying to seep through the skin and fast track to the heart. She dusted off the tickle with the tips of her fingers and rolling eyes.

So it disappeared:

Her big idea.

Her magic.

 

 

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