My muse simply insists that I develop this tale.
There will probably be five or so parts, and at extremely random intervals.
But there's a solid tale there, and I have to write it. Enjoy.
Are Those Yours?
by Penny Lane
Chapter 2
Pling Plong.
Dave groaned and
forced one eye open. He had fallen asleep on the couch again, his
head at a painful angle to the rest of his body. In the corner the
television flickered and danced with some daytime quiz program he'd
never seen before. He was lying at a low angle, obviously having
fallen over as he drifted off. He attempted to straighten up, wincing
as his neck assumed its proper orientation. The weights on his chest
moved alarmingly, travelling around of their own accord as he sat up,
finally assuming their normal hanging position. He yawned.
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