K, gotta get this manuscript done so I can get it back to Caitlin. And I'm miffed because it's still not there - there's a lot I didn't catch before that I should've.
Bad me! BAD!
Ok, so while I send myself into the writing time-out chair, here's something for you to ponder and write about:
It's six am. Downtown city streets are coming alive but still groggy. A man stands on the corner with unusually dark shades one, staring at an intersection.
He smiles, reaches into his pocket, and pulls out...
WHAT?!?!?
