Free to Write

The keys made an ominous tapping sound. The tap tap tap of a writer typing frantically - high on coffee and sugary snacks - the tap tap tap of a writer whose characters are running away, and not letting their frazzled creator in on the end destination.
I smiled as I crept passed the door - Darcy dislikes being disturbed when he's like this. No doubt he'll appear from his hideaway in the spare room in a few hours, bleary eyed and hollow cheeked. He'll rummage through the kitchen, slamming doors and rifling through the cupboards, furious that there's no food left - obvious to the fact he's the one who's eaten it all.
The tap tap tap of the keys is truly an ominous sound in our house, as Darcy is taken over by writing frenzy; but the sound we've all learnt to hate far far more, is the silence in between.