I went for a run last week after a late meeting. At the local oval, that I used to run on as a school girl, the lights were still on. Reliving my youth I dumped my keys in the grass and ran the length of the sideline. Up on my toes, arms pumping, inhaling the wet grass. Sneakers slipping on the dew wet ground as I picked up speed.

On my fourth run through the lights went off. A moment of absolute darkness as my eyes adjusted. Then the slow hunt for the keys left in the grass.

Thorbies writing group on Sunday. They set a topic 'Muzzle Flash'. Up until late last night the brain ticking with ideas.