Even in prime, the wind still blows
One feels the wind, and adjusts to its blow-Pete’s proverbs
Satellite images of lost notes, but no one has identified them. Notes of enormous potential, suspected to be blockbuster material of great literary merit. But lost, forever. The search goes in in his bedroom for them, but searching for that One great idea, really. Will it be found?
He turned around as the boss opened the door and blushed. It was another episode on the latest law series with a decided agenda at that. The meaning of which became obvious later on.
Locked from within, wanting freedom, to be home, but trapped by the insidious lurch from within.
The mouse gnaws away at the edges of the door. An insignificant mouse. With such overconfidence and audacity to go above its station, urging itself on. Making an open way, it scatters into the wide expanse of the dining room, its appetite a constant concern. It almost urged the door right open.