AN ENDING

As the smell of freshly baked short story fills the air, I let you know that the middle appeared as promised, and the ending came out with a faint touch of crispness. I hope to have the two people whose opinions matter the most to me take a sample this week.

In the mean time, I should really write the short story my unconscious slipped under the door to me the other day while driving. It is fully formed, complete with an unsuspected villain and cybernetic eyes. What more could anyone truly ask for?