Sunday, 22 January 2017

Metaphoric Stones

“For my children…”

There was a lot about his job he hated.

“We need stability…”

The hours sucked, the pay sucked more, and the weather, well apart from the occasional cold snap, it sucked too.

“I wanted to help…”

And now there was this.

“She asked me…”

He was just the grunt, he wasn’t paid to think, he did that on his own time.

“To end this madness…”

But surely this was going too far?

“Just a bit of fun…”

A saying’s one thing.

“My intentions were good…”

But did Hell have to actually pave the road with all these?

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