A simple contract By T B Terral I look at the clock. Eleven forty five a.m. Sunday. I scurry about to find my adipad. I find it peeking out from under a pile of old bills. I push in the button on the top that powers it up. A circle with a crossed out lightning bolt appears.
This story is basically "to thine own self be true". It's extremely literal. Virtually all the events happened in real time. I wrote it in fifteen minutes and had it published by noon. Of course I didn't see an increase in subscriptions, but that's not the point. I fulfilled the very simple contract with myself.
This story is basically "to thine own self be true". It's extremely literal. Virtually all the events happened in real time. I wrote it in fifteen minutes and had it published by noon. Of course I didn't see an increase in subscriptions, but that's not the point. I fulfilled the very simple contract with myself.