Start point

Will we ever break

the mark? I don’t 

know, will we?

Each day it went

on like this, as

if nothing else mattered:

work, life, wife, kids,

happiness, and everything else

under sun and moon.

In the end, they

broke the mark. But

were they satisfied with

their achievement? You

guessed right, but then

fate cut the cord

that bound them to

their quest and thus

relieve us all of

this endless torment we’d

endure all our lives.

And they died quickly,

one after the other.

Their achievement was praised

but quickly forgotten as

more urgent pressing needs

overtook us as mouths

still needed feeding and

bottoms wiped and clothed.

But then some twats

began asking that same

question and thus once

more, revived, was heard

throughout the street and

corridors: Will we or

won’t we break it?


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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