Ammo Daily Object Wrtiting – Feb 2nd
Feb 1st, 2010 | By admin | Category: Daily WritingHe’d been carrying it around in a compartment in the back of his brain for a while. Lugging it over all sorts of terrain, it had become heavy , almost a burden, but he knew if he could hold on for the perfect opportunity it would deliver the assassins blow. Its shiny casing sat in his mind cold as a frozen chicken, a knockout fact waiting to be delivered to floor her next time she thought she might be getting the upper hand. Like Donald Rumsfeldt, he knew what he knew, but she was unaware of his known known, in fact it was for her an unknown known but I digress.
One night over dinner when she was being particularly barbic about some inconsequential thing, throwing out frisbees of cutting comments he wheeled out the barrage gun of his intellect and loaded up. His neurons struggled with the heavy brass casing but secured the breach. It looked straight from her eyes to his. “I know what about you and xxxxxxxxx”………………. gunpowder tinged the air, a pall of smoke reminiscent of fireworks clouded the connection between them. In a flash of insight he could see the inside of her mind, as desolate as the Somme 1914. She had been decimated- at last. The ammunition he had been storing and hording so long had finally been used, but in his moment of triumph and pleasure came a hollowness, a wrapping at the door of his heart as the realisation of the devastation he had caused become clear.
