This spot, they said. You’ll find your muse, just go there and thoughts shall flow. You shall be able to write again, they said.
I can barely read what I’ve written.
‘Little toy boats all in a row. Blue and white are the predominant colours. You can’t see it but the table cloth at this café is blue and white as well. The plates, you guessed right, blue and white.’
The waitress hovers and I get the feeling that she’s reading over my shoulder. I minimize the screen, waiting for her to leave. She scuttles off to another table.
‘The row of little yachts, perfection. The skyline of the city, etched across the sky, just so. Hard to believe that chaos can exist in such perfection.’
I slam the laptop shut and order lunch. The food’s worth the trip, I decide.
And oh, they; they were so wrong.
Written for What Pegman Saw, a weekly flash fiction prompt inspired by google maps. This week Pegman takes us to Melbourne, Australia. The photograph is of St. Kilda Pier, Melbourne, Australia. © Paul Huang Google Maps