Finally. I mean, I’m trying not to be too hard on myself, because getting sick sucks, but it’s bound to happen from time to time. You can’t avoid the plague forever.

Mostly, I’m trying to use this as a measure for how sympathetic to be to others who become ill in the future. Not that I held it against them, but for some, there’s always that sense of “is it real?”

I will endeavour to be more enlightened about it in the future, if not actually gullible.

Target: 1300 words
Written: 1379 words, novel: Father Lightning