Still not still

Alright.  Six days of writing.  One day of not writing.  That means 1800 more words.  How many will be usable?  Maybe 500. Hope for 500.

Jalod continued.  “It was the smell.  It was like nothing I’d ever encountered before and yet it was a smell my body knew was wrong - like the smell of a dead animal, the smell of rotting meat.  When I looked up whatever had been there was gone.  I walked over to see if the other chickens were still there and they were, all pressed into the far side of the coop.  So I went back inside, retrieved some of the other Servants and we cleaned up the mess and repaired the damage.”

 Not sure where I'm going but I'm not worried either.  This is a crank it out and see what happens project.  Next one we plan more - k?  K.

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