She knew I was coming for her. She crouched in my cold shadow like David getting ready for the Goliath.

"Yeahh..no, don't think so," she taunted and poke-poke-poked my probing hand with a needle, certain I'd give up like I did all the other times. She darted, dodged, danced and squirmed away each time I reached out for her like a goldfish playing keepaway in her tank.  See, all those other thousand times I reached for a character or tale, it would sidetrack me with internet…