Writing

When we were done, Ternerr pulled out his screen computer, claws poised to type.
“So.  Your suggestions?”
“I…think we’re good,” I said.  “The canoes on the rooftops are a nice touch.”  The warriors could easily maneuver to safety if the water level rose too high.
“Anything else?”
“No, not really.”
His eyes narrowed like a cat’s and he looked over his glasses at me, stern as a librarian.  “You’re going to leave me to face the Warfather with that?”
I squirmed.

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