Here is a short excerpt from today’s typing:
Hawk Descending shambled through town as quickly as possible, running from the horrible obscenity of the town square, running in hope of saving at least one soul. When he reached the woods he took to the trees, picking up his pace. He flew through the canopy, leaping from limb to limb without thinking, without even looking for his next purchase. He was wholly consumed by the one refrain sent to him by Agnis Meechum as the flames consumed her body. He followed that clarion call exclusively. It was his impetus, it was his path, and by it he flew directly to that hill where the Meechum’s had been encamped where he had feasted with them a scarce twenty-four hours past, where he had performed for them little dreaming the sound of his flute would draw them to their death, where he told them the story of the crocodile and the monkey — that story which Agnis had covertly used to communicate to him her one note of salvation for the only remainder of her beloved family. So intent was he on that note, that clarion call, that his eyes only cleared when he stood on the hill, at the ruins of the campsite.