10 minutes. You and your keyboard. No pauses, no edits, no looking back. It’s free write time! Ben Huberman, Daily Post
Night falls as I search for my keys. Where is she? I’ve got to find her before she falls into his hands. Where did I put them? Think!
Where did I last have them? He may have caught her already. Be still, relax, they have to be here somewhere. Hidden under my clothes strewn by the bed, they are nestled in a jumper. I grab them and rush for the car. Did I get petrol? Is there enough?
I press the door opener, nothing happens. The power is off. A torch, all I need is a torch, so I can find the pamphlet to tell me how to manually open the door. I feel as if my feet are dragging through mud, I’m so slow. She might be screaming , needing me, I’ve got to hurry!
She needs me now. Where’s that pamphlet. Ring, Ring! I wake in a lather feeling fraught. She’s alright, I can calm down now.