by Profe Steve I may count this as day 12 because I might not have any writing time tomorrow.
Dart in hand, eyes squint Where will the tale go today? Mayhem or madness? Will it be a soft love song Or fall into the darkness?
Scribbles on the board Always in complete control I have little say What direction the words take. They go where they want to go.
I take a deep breath, Close my eyes, raise shaking hand Let the missile fly Spinning slowing on its flight Impact. Let the screaming start.