ManOnAWaywardBoat
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Hello.
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"Hi new, I'm dad."
"Dad please..."
A rooster tied tightly to a large concrete slab. Once a lively animal, that caused the impromptu awakening of Timothy every day. Now lay tired, heaving its chest with every breath. It struggled, writhed and screeched when his father had caught it with his iron grip. A futile struggle as it was strapped on the dried bloody slab. His father’s usual jovial smile seemed to have transformed into that of a grinning devil. Standing behind Timothy he urged the little boy on, "No excuses son. Take the axe.". Trembling hands clenched the wooden handle. Still unwilling, the boy tried to protest, "Dad...". A tightening grip on his shoulder was all the reply the boy got.
Timothy stumbled as he raised the oversized axe. HIs father’s grip steadied him, stopping him from falling. With the axe now overhead, Timothy's head moved to glance behind at his towering father. His father’s smile seemed to be growing deeper. Looking down on him he spoke, "Go on ". Timothy moved his head back towards the rooster. The boy's eyes locked with its dark beady eyes. It's heaving chest, seemed to join in sync with the boy's heart.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"Come on boy""
Thump Thump Thump
"Do it"
Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump
"Chop it off"
Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump
"CHOP IT OFF"
Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump
"NOW"
The axe fell,
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Replies continue story in discussion, yes?
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"Hi new, I'm dad."
"Dad please..."
A rooster tied tightly to a large concrete slab. Once a lively animal, that caused the impromptu awakening of Timothy every day. Now lay tired, heaving its chest with every breath. It struggled, writhed and screeched when his father had caught it with his iron grip. A futile struggle as it was strapped on the dried bloody slab. His father’s usual jovial smile seemed to have transformed into that of a grinning devil. Standing behind Timothy he urged the little boy on, "No excuses son. Take the axe.". Trembling hands clenched the wooden handle. Still unwilling, the boy tried to protest, "Dad...". A tightening grip on his shoulder was all the reply the boy got.
Timothy stumbled as he raised the oversized axe. HIs father’s grip steadied him, stopping him from falling. With the axe now overhead, Timothy's head moved to glance behind at his towering father. His father’s smile seemed to be growing deeper. Looking down on him he spoke, "Go on ". Timothy moved his head back towards the rooster. The boy's eyes locked with its dark beady eyes. It's heaving chest, seemed to join in sync with the boy's heart.
Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
"Come on boy""
Thump Thump Thump
"Do it"
Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump
"Chop it off"
Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump
"CHOP IT OFF"
Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump Thump
"NOW"
The axe fell,
----------
Replies continue story in discussion, yes?
