Dessicated Water

I should be working. I should actually be researching Persian female apparel circa 300BC. I should be absorbed in textiles and patterns and styles and not in any way thinking about Professor Rapson. I shouldn't be imagining putting my feet up and drinking wine with Peterson. I certainly shouldn't be staring out of the window listening to an imaginary conversation between Max and Professor Rapson. I'm never going to be a proper author at this rate ...

This short story can be read on Jodi Taylor's website at https://joditaylor.online/blogs/short-stories/dessicated-water