HatBandit

Symphony: First Movement The day, thus far, had well proven itself to be a trial of annoyances, aggravations and futilities. It had started with the lack of hot water for morning shower, furthered along by mysterious and sudden disappearance of favored striped jumper.  Inquiry of said missing article location was met with failure when poised to flat mate. The answer, if one could be so bold as to categorize it as such, was a pause in vorpal attack of laptop keyboard;  icy glare redirected over screen edge. A crease formed on pallid brow; dissolving as twined visual pools returned to former intent and the attack resumed. J