by Cat Hughes
Billions died on the journey. Some dragged themselves through mud until their legs were sturdy on firm ground. Some took to the sky, stumbling and tumbling like leaves in the breeze until they found their form. Some returned to the sea, tentative splashes turning into powerful dances. Some invented a man with a beard who lives on a cloud. Then they gave him the credit for all that hard work.
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Cat Hughes often regrets clicking "send" instead of "delete."
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The Man on the Cloud
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8 comments:
Brilliant! Well done!
Yes, great one. Millions of years condensed into a small number of well chosen words.
ditto what Paul & Christain said.
I'm glad I wasn't drinking my tea when I read the last line.
i was drinking my coffee when i read it...
....thankfully, i had windex close by.
evolution in six... excellent.
I love it! Well done.
Great work. What do you think of this one:
He wanted his own way and was refused, so He killed the children of the local inhabitants. He also blew up two cities with some sort of weapon of mass destruction because He didn’t like the culture. The Egyptians saw Him as a murdering terrorist. The Jews saw Him as a deliverer. Many just saw Him as God. To the occupying Germans, the French resistance were terrorists, Just as the people of Afghanistan or Iraq are to the Americans. Perhaps terrorism is like beauty, it is in the eye of the beholder.
Is it not written, I said, Ye are gods.
PS: Forgot to say, Cat, who hasn't had that sick feeling of remorse after pushing send and not delete? I smiled when I read that, a simple expression that unearths tons of common ground.
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