Some artists need help, some need stopping. Some—both.
Vojtěch stared at the screen for too long. Light spots hurt his eyes and darkened the room around. Not that it wasn't dark enough already. The words didn't flow.
Today, something will happen for sure. I'll start it and I'll have enough ideas to fill it. I just need a couple more pages. Books are hard to write, but I can do it. Just need a small nudge.
He was drunk. The words didn't flow. He hoped Uncle Cognac would help. Didn't.
Vojtěch opened a window. Another cloud of dust rising in the air. On the inside or on the outside?
Inside me, there's only dust and forgotten words.
Need a walk. The air is too thick with dust and mold. It's so white and calm outside. Need a walk.
Lights all around. Some move, some flicker. Some circle around tantalizingly. Some glimmer on the road full of dark spots. Some...
| KUUUUURVAAAAAAAAAA |
This night, the leg didn't hurt that much. Was even able to sit straight for a couple of hours. The words did flow. This bedrid life was too annoying to stop writing.
Especially after the pitiful glance from this girl at the grocery. Look at this cripple. Take some pity in him. Turn away when he sees you. Try to look again when he shifts his focus (because he's too tired of these "sympathetic" looks.)
The words did flow. The words flow in a stream of mud. The words will flow in a stream of oily grease, staining him, her, grocery, world. And this month's best-selling author is Vojtěch Talicz!
Melina is painting the wall. Look at her hand, still some remains of the Nature morte. She caught these pitiful eyes in a snare of a cracked vase. Smart.
I want to help her with the wall, but I'll only embarrass it. Better focus on the next chapter. Having a break—the leg is too sore. Need to think on this scene. The words will flow.
What did you say?
im not going to entertain your childish desires can you drop these escapades it keeps repeating no you dont need this please stop youre killing yourself there are other ways to deal with your legs no cutting them off is not an option
I know what I'm doing. Thank you, I'm not stopping. The next book is around the corner. The royalties can support this. If only I had both legs working...
A shot. Another shot. A knock. A falling hand. A sniff. A sneeze. A new person now.
The wall is left half-painted. Melina is now selling across states. Good for her. Another shot.
The words don't flow.
Enough money for two years. Even with my excessive spending.
Melina is selling to America. Good for her.
Mold and dust, only in faded memories now.
Agnesca, can I have another bottle? This one dried out.
The words won't flow anymore.
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