You cannot hope to
Contain a bull once unleashed
In a china shop
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Matthew Fromm
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The Spring
The sun was high when Lance pulled off the road and into the dusty lot of the service station. The sign back at the hairpin--the first sign in a long time--said they just rolled into Hatter’s Creek, Population 63. It was small enough it didn’t appear on the handmap in Shelby’s lap, yet here it stood, the first backwater township on the fringes of the National Park. The plan was to gas up, restock the snack bag, and press on into the wilderness.
By Zack Graham4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (15)
Rings absolutely true.
Very metaphorical and thought provoking! Congrats on Top Story!!
Very true 😮❤️
Wow! Reminds me of Helen Keller's quote: "Life is either a daring adventure or nothing."
Nope.
Great poem! Concise and true. Congrats on the Top Story!
Boom, congrats on Top Story, sir!
😊👍👍
This one made me chuckle with how true it is. Loved it!
I feel like that a lot these days. Love it. Yep, bar the doors (Hannah).
WOW, I LOVED this....and that photo, I couldn't stop looking at the fingers without fingernails/tips.💕
But you can maybe bar the doors?
Boom! Truth speaker! Well done, sir!
*mic drop*
Ugh, amiright? Keep heart, remain focused, speak the truth.