NaNo, day 3

Back in the saddle again!

Words Today: 2941
Total Words: 5371
Sentence of the Day: "Salih waited for her in a booth toward the back, along with Tsindhya, and she forced herself not to freeze and turn around when she saw Tsindhya's starved-predator shape, the irridescent scales on his-her body, the long glowing eyes and the face as carved and unreadable as a mask."
Creature Comforts: Tea.
Background Noise: The boy playing Phoenix Wright. (OBJECTION!)
Scent du Jour: Centzon Totochtin
Image of the Day: A Trap
Reason for Stopping: Drowsy.

Things have gone from Bad to Worse for our protagonist. Also, I need to work in soon that she's keeping secrets because keeping this particular secret is A Good Idea, not because she's an emo kid....

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Memeage....

Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it's something that's never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal [if you like] and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.