The Muse Visits

Wonder day with a muse

“It’s the set up, stupid. Do you hear me?” Huh? “It’s all in the set up.”  

I looked at him wondering why I could hear the man who stood outside my 

apartment door. I am suppose to let him in, I asked himself? Was today 

wonder day? “Hmmm”. The muse seemed to poke his head out whenever 

he wanted. Yes..yes..... I thought, it’s the muse. Let him in ya damn fool. 

Some murmur that passed my ear said, let him in ya damn fool. And so I 

did. 

I looked at him cautiously, sizing his body, his métier of style in 

reality, you know all that literary stuff, that thinkers seem to think they 

know. “Sit down if you like. Talk to me. Tell me about the setup.” The muse 

shadowed about, lifting air and sweeping it around him. He dressed black 

and his manner reflected gentleman mores. He looked further at my 

images, the small idiosyncrasies of my apartment and sniffed the dirty air 

within the the rooms. “Schnell-who”! I said but the muse remained quiet, 

now standing still for the first time. “You know that’s mine. I gave you that. 

Its comic, nothing more. Try the T-shirt thing...It may happen; it may not.” 

I smiled. It must be a year that I’ve hung on to that silly invention of a non 

word. Hanging on, how stupid of me. “Please come here, I want to show you 

something”. We walked to the apartment door. He opened it. Outside stood a 

huge picturesque model of a magnificent universe, just floating all over 

space, lifting us in heights, panoramic dimensions, illusions of gods, imps, 

angels, magnificent parades of galaxies being borne and dying, all the stuff 

that really made up the universe. “Incredible....just amazing”. I said. My 

head felt dazed by some romantic notion of why the muse took me here. 

“There is a huge clock in all of this. It’s you. It gets in the way of ever corner 

of space, of every morsel or time and in every cell within your body. 

There’s nothing you can really do about it. Just live the day. Try and come 

out here with me when you can. That’s all. He turned to me and looked me 

in the eye......”Listen.....Have a most blessed day”.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

I really like the content ... yep ... that is how it works for me. As far as suggestions go. Try setting the dialogue off from the narration. I think this will help the flow of the piece better and provide pause for thought.

I am confused about this line I am suppose to let him in, I asked himself? ... do you mean myself.

I like you style.