"You have to know the ending," he said from behind a pressboard-panelled lectern and fingerprint-smudged lamp. "The telos, from the Greek."

Ninety-nine undergraduate pens scratched away on college bookstore notepads. I made a heading on mine: Day One-How to Write Good. The severe brunette with thick-rimmed glasses was apparently not amused.

"Sorry," I mumbled, and struck out "good" for "well." Now she’d never love me.

"Odysseus wanted to get home," came down from the podium. "Homer had to get him there, and wrote to that."

The brunette wrote "Home/r" in her notebook.

I asked myself what ending I wanted.

Composed for an iDeath challenge: 100 words in 10 minutes on "How Do You Get There?"