The Guardian

Day Twenty Two

Well I wrote "The End" on day nineteen, so now I have to go back out fill out bits and pieces to make up my 50000 words.

From Chapter Four:

He hated coming here, it reminded him of childhood and of the Social Skills Principal’s Office, when he had been perhaps nine years old, powerless and at the mercy of an adults judgment. Principal Packard had very rarely punished him. His power lay in uncertainty, in the wait, in the unknown.

posted by Des @ 4:54 pm