The Well
Masons break down boulders, lumbers pull down trees, he rests while they pollute his sleep with chaos of crash and creak. Boulders broken to bricks, wood chopped to poles construction begins on a fine summer’s day.
Masons break down boulders, lumbers pull down trees, he rests while they pollute his sleep with chaos of crash and creak. Boulders broken to bricks, wood chopped to poles construction begins on a fine summer’s day.
The flame travels as rapid as his precious sunlight, with the intelligence of his prized nature, without the care of the life in his forest. Infecting his land, bank by bank, fallen tree by fallen tree
“Are you keeping track of the time? If you are, meet me in the storage area at the back of the plane at the 24 hour mark. Oh, also; It’s definitely not 01:49.” – Rose.
It’s still 1:49 AM and I’m more paralysed by fear now than I was earlier – let me explain…
Once bustling with life, the monumental manor lay desolate with only a single soul to inhabit it. Alone he lived wishing for the life he once had…
The toxic, stale fumes from the hundreds of cars rushing past me on the molten, tarmac street woke me from what felt like a bear’s hibernation…
“That’s it. I walk in here five minutes early like I have every day of my life. And yet it’s always, “Get me another cup of coffee doll!” Well I’m sick of it.”
I drive, full speed ahead, straight for the booth. We make it through and bedlam’s behind us. Clear skies from here on out; let’s find my holiday!
“Do you ever wonder?” asked the little boy in the ocean blue shorts as his focus shifted from the dock, “Are we meant to live on land?”
The warden wasn’t anywhere near me, but he was still in my mind. It wouldn’t be anytime soon that he would choose to leave.