Free Writing December 7, 2006
It was a dark and stormy night. It was a dark and stormy life. But a stormy life was better than Rupert’s situation. Rupert was that lumpy pile in the dark corner. And the dark lumpy pile was dead. Dead was definitely not the way to go. I looked toward the door. The door was the way to go. And now was the time to go through the door. The trouble was these chains, it was a dark and stormy night to be in chains. And it would be hard to go through the door into the dark and stormy night in these chains.