Monday, November 10, 2025

The last munition

found at the site was placed on a nightstand beside a bed where no one had slept.  The person checking boxes on a form glanced at it and re-buried self in the forms.  The remarkably similar looking person started to leave the room.  "What do you want me to do with it?" 
     "Make art out of it for all I care." 

     The foot-and-a-half bomb had been cored like an apple and was again just a shell.  




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