A_lazy_writer

Soldier To Creator

On a field of grass winds blew quietly against a small house as the sound of hammering rang out. Rhythmically, as if to tell a story, the hammer banged against a piece of red hot iron, making each strike sound like a gunshot. As if not obstructed by the walls of the house the bangs grew louder eventually stopping with a soft hum. Coming out covered in sweat and dirt an unknown figure greeted a woman sunbathing, briefly flirting. Taking in a deep breath he began recalling his life's story, Milo Davis, 36,456 years old...