Chapter 5 - Firing range

The first snowflakes fell over the city and covered the ground with a light blanket of cold dust. The Christmas season would be upon us soon, and I loathed that time of year. Thanksgiving was only a few short weeks away, and I wondered what I would do.

Had it been possible, I would have liked to fall asleep now and only wake up after the first of January. Missing that time of year would be less painful, as it brought so much anger, sadness, and regret. My life would be better if I could skip it entirely each year.

There was a knock on my bedroom door. It opened, and Kat slipped her head in the crack.

“Hey, Liv, do you have any plans for today?”

Yes. Banging my head against my desk until words bleed out from me. “Not particularly. I’ve been sitting in front of my computer and waiting for words to appear magically on the screen.” I pouted.

“Missing inspiration?”

“I’m not sure if we can even call it that. I don’t understand. I have an idea, an outline, but it’s just not coming to me