Focal Point
The shelves were turned to form an octagon shaped space. It was compact and filled with organized clutter. There were four exit points between shelves and I stood at one. Under my feet the carpet showed extensive wear. The other three exits were blocked by stacked books and dusty cobwebs. The space was setup to focus on the desk, so where was its occupant? The chair sat empty, but it was still warm as if recently vacated. Even the mug of coffee continued to release swirls of steam into the air, but somebody had simply vanished like the morning mist.
By Shari Marshall – April 6, 2018
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Prompt for this 100 word post is from 101 Writing Prompts, prompt #98.
Brewing Coffee, Twisting Words & Breaking Pencils 
Did they vanish or are they there, simply invisible? Eagerly awaiting next post.
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Love the descriptive wording. It really takes you right into the story. I want to know what happened and happens.
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Thank you for the nice words! I will try to keep up the momentum
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I want more than 100 words! 🙂 Looking forward to reading the whole thing when it’s done.
Jayden R. Vincente
Erotic Fiction Writer
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I had a hard time limiting to 100 words a number of times, there was so much more there to be written.
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Aww…the coffee drinker didn’t get to finish their cup. From my Dragon’s Eye View this is a sad tale indeed!
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