Prose Sketchbook

Writing sketches, short or medium.

Saturday, July 08, 2006

With the thunder of movement...

...we moved forward. Compelled by the uneasiness of stillness, we moved through the battlefield, searching, seeking cover from attack and safe haven for recovery. Our mission was not complete. We had more to accomplish in this battle, more enemies to kill. Then the screaming started again. We knew it was time. Time to go outside and play. Save. Click. Power down.