Cascader Wednesdays: Sticks

Tap tap tap he went, shuffling along on the street, wearing with his fedora and big fluffy jacket. He felt good. He felt like he wanted to, like a larger-than-life stereotypical pimp. He held a black walking stick in his hands, tapping it rhythmically.

Tap tap tap he went, shuffling along on the street, wearing with his fedora and big fluffy jacket. He felt good. He felt like he wanted to, like a larger-than-life stereotypical pimp. He held a black walking stick in his hands, tapping it rhythmically. As he sauntered down the street, he crossed an old man slowly walking, heavily dependent on his own walking stick. He laughed at the geyser, feeling young. The old man’s stick snapped and he fell. His smile vanishing, he rushed over. He froze a bit, his head abuzz, before he silently helped up the old man.

“I may be old now, but I used to be a champion kendōka.” she remembered fondly. “Self-defence teaches you many things -discipline, self-sufficiency, calmness. Besides you, those are all I have left now…” So saying, she handed her kendo stick to her grand-daughter, all of four years old, smiling gap-toothedly.

First I hold to stand,
Then to build, make, destroy, end
And then to support.

Wooden fence – catches fire. Undead approach.

Hi guys,

I wrote this one rather hurriedly because I’m busy with stuff on the personal front. Sorry about that. I’ll get back to writing very soon. I still have 3 more posts to go to get to 60 and I have only 9 days to do it!

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