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Challenge of the Week #55: Write a story of 200 words or more about a stranger. The most masterfully written piece, as voted and determined by the Prose team, will be crowned winner and receive $200. Quality beats quantity, always, but numbers make things easier for our judges, so share, share, share with friends, family, and connections. #ProseChallenge #getlit #itslit
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Ouuba
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Daily Muse

Golden Brown hair, that surely holds the chariot of Helios,

Eyes made of Lapis Lazuli.

All other features hidden in the shadow of a book,

or covered by a tent of raincoat.

Raincoat...

Raincoat...

I guess it is raining today,

I've been meaning to get a new umbrella

Huh, where did she go?

My muse of the day, How can I paint my magnum opus without her! 

The time is 9:37....about 15 minutes till my bus comes.

The rain is starting to irritate me. 

The convenience store across the street, what a fitting title!

The Bell, a greeting, a nod in return.

Books, cards, snacks, umbrellas, pizza, umbrellas, umbrellas....

"Ah there we are!"

"Found it,did we Inspector?"

Huh? the cute girl?

I'm trapped, the illusion of time, and my path out of here vanish.

Damn it, I need to say something.

"Don't talk much do you?"

Her words pierce me like her eyes pierce my very being. Damn it, why can't I say something like that aloud?

"Uhhhhh...no, not really"

"Don't be afraid to have some confidence about you, all we have to fear is fear itself and all that!"

She's pointing at me, no at my shirt.

Shirt, shirt, of yeah my FDR shirt Mom bought me. Something about having to look the part of a History Major or something. 

"Hahahahahaha"

"Damn it, that was stupid!"

"Hahahahahah"

"Oh no I said that out loud didn't I?"

Abort mission its time to go!

Something clinches my arm...

"Don't worry about it, own up to it!"

At least I think that's what she said, all I know is that I replied "Will do". Left the umbrella and high tailed it out of there while my bus pulled away.

I guess I'll walk to class, I'll only be a little late.

Back row it is, my seat's been taken by a bus dweller.

Plenty have romanticized the muse, but they don't tell you what to say to them!

"Hello again?"

A musical Sonata plays in my ears the moment the words hit. It's her.

It's her, look with peripherals, It's definitely her.

Confidence, Confidence.

"Ahrm, what brings you here?"

"Haha I've been in this class all semester, Mr...."

All semester, Damn I'm an Idiot. I don't even know her name, pay attention next time!

"By the way I'm...."

Is she saying something?

"Stop talking you two, class has begun!"

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