He’d tapped the pen for the last time.
He realised he wasn’t going to get any writing done. Everything seemed to be against him. The storm had caused a power cut so he had no computer and couldn’t type. The light was fading, so he couldn’t see clearly.
He looked at his hand, fingers covered with a sticky blue liquid. The same liquid that was smeared all over the piece of paper he was using to scribble down ideas; the same liquid that was on the cuff of his sleeve… around his mouth… all over the – as yet – unwritten birthday card.
Gerald looked at his pen, and let out a sigh.
His favourite pen, chewed, broken, and now useless.
In frustration, he screwed up the piece of paper, and threw it – and the pen – into the rubbish bin.
“Someone’s got it in for me” he thought aloud…
This is the next part in my Legendary Circles storyline.
The previous part can be found here.