You sit out here all day in your chair; throw pebbles I collect for you in that pond with your flickering fingers.
Why do you do that?
I suppose because stillness would mean death for you, even more than you already are.
©2014. Habiba Danyal
Exactly 42 words for Yeah Write’s Gargleblaster # 158. This week’s question is:
“Tell me something, old friend: why are you fighting?”