I was going to write my Slice last night, but the tiny tickle in the back of my throat hatched into a menacing dragon perched directly on my sinuses.
I was going to write my Slice last night, but I was bundled under covers, begging my darling sons to bring me tea and sustenance. A bagel sufficed to help me survive my torment.
I was going to write my Slice today, as the dragon perched on my head has been chased away by the lovely Sir Decongestant. Instead, my trusty steed Netbook came up lame and may need to be put down.
Lady Apple came to my rescue, though her tiny face peers up at me in dismay. Alas, tis the best this Slice will be.
(Composed on my fancy phone. I apologize for not having the SOL image or link to Two Writing Teachers. Blogger app doesn't let me do it)