NaNoWriMo, Purity and Danger

[squirmelia]

I ate ice-cream that was purity and danger flavoured that evening. It would come as no surprise if that evening I became pure and dangerous, as the week before I had become enchanted. That was the way ice-cream worked.

The music playing in the café suddenly sounded like it was all being played backwards.

I had written about 3000 words that evening, bringing my word count up to 41783 words.