Boneman
Well-Known Member
Re: August 2013 -- SEVENTY-FIVE WORD WRITING CHALLENGE -- READ FIRST POST
Years I've waited.
Alone, captive.
I recall better times, when my usefulness was recognised and I meant something, something good...
But times move on, and all I have is belief in myself.
Suddenly, movement!
Hands grasp for me, and I'm free!
"What is it?"
"Sixpence."
"What's a sixpence?"
"A coin from the old days."
"Worth anything?"
"Nah, small change."
One glorious flight through clean air and I'm down.
Better times will come. I'll wait here.
Wallet and Grimace
Years I've waited.
Alone, captive.
I recall better times, when my usefulness was recognised and I meant something, something good...
But times move on, and all I have is belief in myself.
Suddenly, movement!
Hands grasp for me, and I'm free!
"What is it?"
"Sixpence."
"What's a sixpence?"
"A coin from the old days."
"Worth anything?"
"Nah, small change."
One glorious flight through clean air and I'm down.
Better times will come. I'll wait here.