Just thinking
He was trying to write his masterpiece, but his ideas were very scattered. The more he insisted that he was close to finishing his book, the more he realized how much he still had to say.
While waiting, all he had to do was touch his head and feel that little by little he had less hair.
This is my participation to "Friday 7th November 2025 ... ZapFic50Friday! Write a story in PRECISELY 50 words."
I have been trying for many hours to write the work that will make me classified as the best writer of the season, but I lack thrust. Can someone come and give me what I need?
No, this is something I have to figure out alone. I'll be bald waiting.