No announcement yet.

Boy: a Giles drabble

  • Filter
  • Time
  • Show
Clear All
new posts

  • Boy: a Giles drabble

    His mind was soaring through the sky. He heard the rat a tat tat of machine guns, strafing enemy planes. Victory was in his grasp, certain as the cold metal of the tiny plane in his hand.

    "Did you hear what I said, Rupert?"

    "Yes," he replied. But he gripped his toy plane tighter. The future was narrowing into an airless tunnel. He didn't want to go down it. "I heard, Grandmama. I'm going to be a Watcher."

    He turned his face to the window, to the sky. I wish I was there. I wish I was anywhere but here.

    -- Robofrakkinawesome BANNER BY FRANCY --