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...then you duck, and I run around behind you, only to find it's hit a poor old woman selling apples to pay for the Health and Welfare shortcomings of the Bush administration.

I pick the gauntlet up, wiping it clean of my fingerprints. After dialing 9-1-1, I cover her as best I can, turning to see if you all are still there.

You are.

You all walk towards me, malice in your eyes. I raise my hand, halting the advance. I am tall, and you sense psychosis.

"Hear me, scribblers" I say, "This woman is of little consequence in the grand scheme of things..."

You begin to howl like baboons, uttering phrases like "life is sacred" and "have you no soul, man?"

It is then I tell you about the March Challenge in the Challenge Forum. About how you (yes, writers, even you) can piece together some words and enter.

"We have let the visial artists have their way for too long. I have put a 'written' out there for judgement. Who among you has the courage to join me?" I say.

(and......scene)