Time Means Little; I Never Notice Its

I Watched Her, Waiting. She Smiled. Her Lips Curved Up And The Edges, And Her Chocolate Eyes Warmed. I’d Just Admitted To Stalking Her, And She Was Smiling.

That Actually Is One Of My Huge Challenges Right Now Because I Write Best At Night, No Question. I Can Focus. You Know You're Not Getting Any Phone Calls, I Can Shut Everything Down, And I'm Just More Creative At Night.

Silently, I Lifted My Doggy Bowl Off The Floor. Then, With A Quick, Powerful Flip Of My Wrist, I Threw It Into The Back Of Blondie’s Head So Hard That – With An Earsplitting Bang – It Smashed Flat Before It Ricocheted Across The Room And Snapped The Round Top Piece Off The Thick Newel Post At The Foot Of The Stairs.

For One Half Second, I Wondered What It Would Feel Like To Put My Hand In The Fire. What It Would Feel Like When I Burned.

You May Have Taken The Planet, But You Will Lose This Game!