Maybe today, we don’t have anything to do. I mean, it’s supposed to rain, so no point leaving early to go to the pool…

Or wait. Nope. Out at one. Gone. Reading time ripped away like an old, cruddy bandaid.

Save me from other people’s needs, universe. They are smothering my own.

Target: 800 words
Written: 985 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: 'Salem's Lot, Stephen King
Comics: I Hate Image 1, I Hate Fairyland 12-14
Music: Live Shit, Flogging Molly