50 Word Stories – The Urge

This uncontrollable urge pulls at my fingers like lassoed stations racing away determined to resist capture. They draw me elsewhere.
Their closing grip grows tighter. I am too weak to resist, a slave to myself. It feels good.
It’s over now. My subject lies dead.
I’ll write some more tomorrow.

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