job to get it done. So get out of the way.”
“Please!” She clasps her hands. “I’ve
worked so hard on it! I’ll get more money.”
“Can you get it in the next five
minutes?”
“Well, no, but-”
“Then move. It’s coming down.”
It’s beautiful, but then they always are. Its crystal spires sparkle towards the heavens. She must have poured months into it.
It’s beautiful, but then they always are. Its crystal spires sparkle towards the heavens. She must have poured months into it.
And now I have to use my power to
tear down her Dream Castle because the money has run out.
I hate my job.
♥/Kat!e
Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "It wasn't my idea to destroy it. But it was my job to get it done."
1 comment:
Oooh, I like how you took a figurative/imaginative thing and made it literal. Very creative!
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