In small, explosive bites I have been handed the gauntlet. I picked it up and ran with it before I was cognizant of the fact I had accomplished the goal—not once, not twice, but 14 times. Fourteen prompts had me jumping, running, smelling, tasting and feeling—all displayed in my daily writing habit. I’ve never tried to write about being witness to a murder victim before. This ride has been exhilarating—to where, even at the end (which I just completed) I wanted to keep on prompting. So here I am. Writing for the rest of my life. Thanks for playing your part in fanning the flames of my quill, Joe Bunting.