Objective: Write a poem or piece of prose in exactly 96 words
“It’s too much.” My words floated between us and wrenched the remaining oxygen from my lungs. The acrid taste of anger lingered on my tongue, and I sunk deeper into grandpa’s wooden kitchen chair.
He patted my knee, crooked his finger, and I followed. He led me to a magical land where massive tree trunks, 100 feet in circumference, supported treetops that played among the clouds.
“Sequoiadendron giganteum,” he whispered. “They have lived here since prehistoric time, and these are three thousand years old.”
I contemplated everything the trees had seen, and my gargantuan problems disappeared.
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer