
In my first fictional offensive in months, I put pencil to paper last night.
It was a brief skirmish with neither side claiming victory nor defeat. No casualties were immediately reported, but my subconscious did rebel with a nightmare that surely violated the Geneva Convention.
Oh, well. At least, the battlefield was back underfoot for a bit.
Dare we call that progress?
Yes.
I believe we shall dare.
Until tomorrow…
Chloe