Coil of Contention [Day 71]

ALION WATCHED THE rain dance along the leaves and slide down the trunks of the elm. They were having a merry time of it, while he was stuck inside.

Turning around on his chair, he scowled at the mess of gears and wheels, impishly smirking up at him and resisting any attempt at cohesion. Their coils flicked metallic tongues at him, willfully petulant and enjoying themselves as thoroughly as the rain.

He bit his lip and scooted closer, pliers in hand.

There’s nowhere else to go. I’ll fix you today or…well, I’ve got nowhere else to so…until I do!

Written: 1 Nov 2015

Words: 101

Inspired: Alion



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