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