I slew another time piece, hurling a book at it. Little Miss Author and her occupations. But none of them interested her now. Only what was coming in a few days. I had to keep breaking the block of time between now and then up. Paradise Lost bounced off to the floor, taking a few chunks of preceived time with it. Not much. She didn't care for that book. I stabbed the ever-morphing chunk with a flute next. The thing kept suddenly growing, suddenly shrinking, as Little Miss Author thought about it or about something else. Three days wasn't much time, really, she would think. But then she would get impatient. “A little consistancy would be nice!” I shouted to no one in particular, looking for the wooden swords. Sneaky little things. They hardly ever showed up, since Little Miss Author hardly ever got to use them. The Physics book went next, but the really good time killers were nowhere to be found. She'd hidden the manuscript she was editing, and I'd used her mom already for a while. I was running out of origami ammunition. Besides, it would damage her tendons, and she needed those for typing.
I hurled origami lucky stars at it anyway. Three days.
Hey-o! Three days to November, when there will probably be very little flash. Maybe I can poke Little Miss Author into doing some, but she'll be obsessed with wordcount that she can get into her novel, or will help her with her novel.
By the way! Today's story is 209 words long. Yesterday's was 69. I call those both flash as far as length goes.
Also, new blog title and address!
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