The beast continues to elude me. I have tracked it down to a single room.
I can hear it’s ink-maddened screams, but still it hides.
The sunlight shines outside. The rumble of a car reminds me of the freedom almost within my grasp.
They fill me with hope. I will enjoy them soon.
Until it begins to rain. Which it will because this is Washington and this is winter.
The beast roars with the clickety-clack of keyboard keys.
I toss words at it, roping it ever closer into submission.
This hunt is nearly done.
It breaks free with a moment’s distraction by the internet.
The room is filled with my cursing and laughter as I watch a video about hedgehogs.
I hate this hunt, and the necessity for it, but those who hold my fate (for the moment) have decreed its necessity and so hunt away I will.
The beast has slipped away for the moment. Hidden behind a jumble of meaningless pixels and conversations with friends.
But I will find it. I will find it and write it into oblivion.
This I swear.