Unblock [2021] Page

Claire set down the glass. Walked back to the desk. Didn't sit.

There was a difference. A blocked writer had no words. She had too many—a tangle of them, knotted behind her ribs, each one afraid to be the wrong one. So none of them came out. unblock

She thought about her grandmother's hands, kneading dough on winter mornings. The way they never hesitated, never measured twice. Just pressed and folded and trusted. Claire set down the glass

The cursor blinked on the white expanse like a heartbeat she couldn't match. Three hours, and all she'd written was her name. knotted behind her ribs