Prompt 2
"It was there, and now it's gone," Nora explained to Nick.
They were sitting alone in the vegetarian thai restaurant up the street. Nick picked up his lifeless pad thai noodles one by one, balancing them on one chopstick before eating. When they had first started dating his pointless eating habits had annoyed Norah. She considered them flaws, but now, it seems futile to try and change them. Every couple had to make sacrifices like that.
"What's gone? I thought the story was goin' great."
Norah looked up at him blankly. This man had at one time been her intellectual equal, he used to really think, explore his own thought processes. Now he was just a good looking short order cook. Norah had always thought money would never be important to her, now, it seemed relevant. All the waitresses wanted him; Norah didn't anymore. She still loved Nick, but only because he was human. She couldn't bear to leave him.
She was frustrated, so much so that over the past couple of weeks Norah had considered moving out. She could escape, work on the project that had consumed her life.
"Do you realize that I'm writing a non-fiction? I mean, I'm a history writer for Christ's sake. I don't have these, creative juices," she dangled her fingers over her head, exhaling, "Margarete's dictating her life's story."
"What's wrong with that?"
Honestly, Norah had no idea what was wrong with it. Margarete's story was enchanting, mysterious. A guaranteed bestseller. The characters were easy to connect with. The words she was dictating seemed more alive than any other article she had ever written, or read. This book was going to reinvent historical writing, if only she knew who this mysterious messiah was. What was his name, the man who had changed Margarete Petrov's life?
"This book is going to consume years of my life. Years of our lives."
"I don't think you mean that," Nick replied.
Norah looked up from her green curry.
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