Another verse, I fear.Well, at least this month's was cheerful, lightweight and in no way oppressive or pessimistic, unless you're a bronze-age insurance salesman. And comprehensible, I hope. No kittens - the demon kittens I worked with in the first year have become fat, dignified and unlikely to generate a theme for any subject except 'nostalgia'.
Many thanks, Parson and Victoria for your commentaries.
So, it's the last day, and only thirty-five submissions. AstroZon, DG Jones, Droflet, Glen, hazelrah, Hugh, Ihe, Mad Alice, nixie, Phyrebrat, The Judge, TheDustyZebra, Ursa major, Wruter, to mention only those who've got a good recent record, could be bullied to get their stories in before, like Cinderella's coach, they morph into punpkins. Or their are plenty of other, somewhat less bulliable occasional writers, or even newcomers - all are welcome, to a minimum of seven. No maximum, obviously. Life, the universe and everything are waiting, breath bated…
Back to my three hundred worder now, I think.