Saturday, March 9, 2013

Todd stared at his computer, watching a movie, fingers poised, ready to write something. The movie was engrossing, entertaining, tugged at his heart strings. 

He smiled in the dark. 

The Octopus slept on his bed. Occasionally its eyes twitched. and an arm or a tentacle would whip around, catch something invisible and squeeze it. Once, and only once, writing momentarily spent, Todd caught three letters and what looked like a limb hug.