Tumultuous. Yesterday starting from early afternoon was full of Fuck. I think I was having a series of mild fits. It slacked off a bit going into the evening, then snapped the throttle control when I went to bed for the night.
Different plot lines were lived out simultaneously. If I tried to write everything in the order it happened, it would be too confusing to read and too frustrating to write. It’s like trying to write a plot synopsis for Doctor Who. So instead, I’ll write out the plot lines as if they were individual dreams, with a summary as the final post.
This installment: Keri finds out she’s not as vulnerable as she thought, but she can still bleed. 1,912 words.