Every moment of one's existence one is growing into more or retreating into less.
We've got to get my friend to a hospital --"
That would be a good thing for them to cut on my tombstone: Wherever she went, including here, it was against her better judgment.
I heard Jolu respond, then felt the thump he was dealt, too.
I got up the third step and reached for the fourth, but it wasn't there.
Even if you're on the right track, you'll get run over if you just sit there.
Creative work is play. It is free speculation using materials of one's chosen form.