I’d been here innumerable times. A genuine Sisyphean nightmare. Still, ever a slave to destiny, I stepped from my accursed box and threw the dagger. It was instinct now.

My aim improved constantly, but I never had time. The universe is no stranger to irony.

I returned to the box.

Steven is a writer of fiction and Facebook updates. He is proud of one of these and hides another. Alternatingly. Depending on his Facebook posts that day. Read his blog at intimateknowledge.blogspot.com.