Hard Boiled Minds : Weekend Freewrite- 8/11/2018
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"Hard Boiled minds, that's what they are son" grandpa looked into the night moon, he still couldn't believe his fate and that of his children. Just a moon ago he was sitting on the throne of his father as the rightful king to the throne, though he is aware of his younger brother grieviance of not been selected by the gods, but there was nothing he could do.
He knew all his plans but my grandpa mistake was trusting in the wisdom of the gods to take care of him, he was wrong, they are gods, woods and stones which atimes get inhabited with spirit.
His brothers plot was easy and perfect, a crime commited which its punishment is total annihilation from the kingdom in some cases death. My grandpa saw a man in his pool of blood while walking to the palace, his face down, he was so moved that he reqched up to him to help, by this time the guards have disappeared, turning his face only to find out his youngest brother, before he could call for help, the guards have bundled him out and exiled him out of the kingdom.
He always regret not doing anything when he could have. Now his entire generation will have to pay for it. We belong to no king lineage, thanks to not killing the snake when you have the cutlass.
Now he talks about the wickedness of man, and kept quiet the whole day. Staring at the moon. The eyes of the gods.
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