Josh Devine



August 13, 2019

Josh’s eyes narrowed in concentration and his brow furrowed as he focused on the task at hand. He was acutely aware of the sun on the back of his neck as a bead of sweat ran down his cheek. You could almost hear his brain changing gears, into overdrive. The muscles in his arms began to twitch, strain etched across his face as he struggled to maintain concentration. His breathe caught in his throat, maybe if he held his breathe he’d maintain focus. Why do ideas for stories become more elusive the more you try to think of one.


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