by Michael Seese
Today I'm taking my son to Buffalo for a Cub Scout overnight on the USS Little Rock, a Cleveland-class light cruiser that saw action in World War II. It is a cool experience, though not the best night for sleep, as 20 snoring dads in a metal room can raise quite a ruckus. And they wake us up at 6:30.
So before I went, I had to make sure to write my latest Janet flash story.
Our mission this week. Use
in a 100-word story.
I played with the words, and "Smith & Wesson" came to my mind. That led to "The Power."
The Smith & Wesson, heavy in my still-trembling hands, smelled like her death. Helpless to circumvent the inevitable, I watched the last vestiges of life trickle out the hole I'd put in her heart. Is this how God feels? I wondered. Amazed at, and terrified of, the power. I understood why He can't look us in the eye.
"Maybe her fawns are around," Dad said, drunk on bloodlust and joy. I thought of Bambi and felt even more crap awful.
"Congratulations, son. Today you found out what it is to be a man."
In my mind, I only discovered mortality.
Your thoughts? Especially from the hunters out there.
PS: If you've not already done so, file your taxes!