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Rob Haines

For Having Been Broken [Microfiction] robhainescreative.space/writin

I wrote this microfiction a year ago for #FletchFest2024; since FletchFest 2025 is almost upon us, I thought it was a good time to unearth this from the archive like the shattered, moss-encrusted remains of a once-powerful colossus.

Rob Haines Creative Space · For Having Been BrokenOn the eighty-third day, we find the giant, ramshackle and shattered. Its bones arise like ancient stone columns, its moss-crowned skull a slip-shod hillside. And for the first time since we set out, as I gaze upon its devastation I doubt our course. But Grandmother’s already out of the saddle, her packbird giving irritated chirrups as she pulls ropes and pulleys from his pannier. This isn’t her first reconstruction. The rest of the family aren’t so blasé.
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For Having Been Broken [Microfiction] robhainescreative.space/writin

"On the eighty-third day, we find the giant, ramshackle and shattered.

Its bones arise like ancient stone columns, its moss-crowned skull a slip-shod hillside. And for the first time since we set out, as I gaze upon its devastation I doubt our course."

Originally written for #FletchFest2024 (ty for the inspiration @fletchmakesstuff !)

Rob Haines Creative Space · For Having Been BrokenOn the eighty-third day, we find the giant, ramshackle and shattered. Its bones arise like ancient stone columns, its moss-crowned skull a slip-shod hillside. And for the first time since we set out, as I gaze upon its devastation I doubt our course. But Grandmother’s already out of the saddle, her packbird giving irritated chirrups as she pulls ropes and pulleys from his pannier. This isn’t her first reconstruction. The rest of the family aren’t so blasé.
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