The Insult

Sticks and stones are nothing compared to words that break more than bones, and he only realises now that he wields a double-edged sword within his mouth. But he’s cut off more than he can handle, and as the slow-moving tree begins to fall on him, he finds himself rooted to the spot, believing there was still a way to win without losing himself.

And so he finds out the absolute truth about war firsthand: that everyone loses something in the chaos and callousness of angry letters. He’s by no means perfect, but even he can learn to think before he speaks, especially when he’s speaking after making the first mistake.

Advertisements

Blah blah blah

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s