The word fell from the sky like a leaf, but it wasn’t a leaf—it was delight, delight to be alive. Ironic, as the word struck him like lightning. A delight that he had friends and family, a steady job, despite the turbulence that accompanies these key life elements.
And yet he did feel fright to fight with the night but not to take a bite of a like-minded Mike?!
You see when a word falls from the sky you best be prepared for the rhythm of the thunder that is to follow: a steam roll cacophony of abrasive syllables and phonemes that will rock a stadium.
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