this morning #192.

this morning, some secret society was cooking up a plot to thwart his lofty ambitions. they were lurking around every corner, hiding behind every car, hoping to catch him in a moment of weakness. he wished he’d at least had some idea about who his stalkers were. so far today, they hadn’t shown their faces or rather the places where their faces should be. on his walk to get donuts, he’d expected to come across them when he passed under the bridge but the area was suspiciously empty. they wanted to get their hands on his discovery & would stop at nothing. it wasn’t quite time to hide away but he was ready to do so at a moment’s notice. either way, soon all would be revealed.