The Muse Bunker

The only time of day that isn't oppressively hot

This blank page keeps popping up so I feel compelled to complete the assignment, which is always, invariably, what I am good at, the "throw," which is the toss to another scene that advances the story, not always self-consciously clever, thank god, usually the best are a happy accident.

I can't seem to stick to this self-imposed format of 9-second hooks, 40-second reviews, life-shattering turn of events in the French tip fingernail aisle at CVS, no one knows what it stands for, anywhere across this great land that is being torn asunder.

The dog scratches at the gate. He is spoiled. Why not, if the world's end is imminent?