Interruptions

The knocking started just as I slipped into my creativity mode. 

I had to stop and look up, “Yes?” 

He kept talking. On and on. Finally, he left. Back to the task at hand.

Brrrrring. The damn phone. 

“Hello?”

All I heard was, “We must…”

We must. We should. We always do. The words I’ve grown to cringe at. 

Back to the task at hand, ah, where was I?

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