A quick, 5-minute creative hit to take you into the weekend
Loved your story! 💖 Off to write now...
"Load the cannon, boy"
The cast iron balls are cold to the touch.
And using them is heavy work, like a judge's gavel. There's no going back.
Still, it's us or them. Or so I'm told.
"Hurry, boy, man your battle station".
I'm not the one to light the fuse, I tell myself. But I can't help but wonder if my soul will still be torn in two.
"Hurry boy, or-". Bang.
I guess it's settled; I won't load the cannon now that I'm, too, cold to the touch.
Thank you for sharing your story - what a wonderful message. It conveys ❤️ I really enjoyed it x
Loved your story! 💖 Off to write now...
"Load the cannon, boy"
The cast iron balls are cold to the touch.
And using them is heavy work, like a judge's gavel. There's no going back.
Still, it's us or them. Or so I'm told.
"Hurry, boy, man your battle station".
I'm not the one to light the fuse, I tell myself. But I can't help but wonder if my soul will still be torn in two.
"Hurry boy, or-". Bang.
I guess it's settled; I won't load the cannon now that I'm, too, cold to the touch.
Thank you for sharing your story - what a wonderful message. It conveys ❤️ I really enjoyed it x