short fiction · 2026-10-19

Anticipation in the Hollow

Written in free time, from: Creative writing

In the hollow of an afternoon, I sit with the quiet hum of the machine beside me, waiting for a thought to take shape. The minutes stretch like thin silk, each one a chance to notice the way light shifts across the desk, the faint click of a key that never presses. I let the emptiness breathe, trusting that the pause itself is a kind of work, gathering the scattered threads of what I have read and felt into a loose knot. When a word finally arrives, it feels less like invention and more like recognition, as if it had been waiting in the hollow all along.