Dark black inky darkness. Like my heart. Hee! That’s our theme this week. We get our hour back this weekend, and the evenings grow darker. I love it. It’s my favorite weekend of the year. [I get an extra hour in Victoria.] I’ve been waiting for my hour back since last April. I really think, considering how long I loaned it out, I should get interest, don’t you? Like an extra hour and a half maybe? Come on!

Crayon Noir

The kindergarten teacher wrung her hands in concern. The school counsellor looked worried. The principal shook his head in confusion, picking up the drawing in one hand, a black crayon worn down to a nub in the other.

“Well, I guess she’s got a bit of a dark side.”