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dream.20050903: pencil artillery

by Rob Friesel

They kept coming. They were on their way in. Swarming over the lines. We were just children. And the commander kept yelling to Keep Those Shells Coming. So we worked in threes. One to turn the crank. One to hold the pencil. The other to take the too-thick sharpened stub to the gunners.

About Rob Friesel

Software engineer by day, science fiction writer by night; weekend homebrewer. Author of The PhantomJS Cookbook and a short story in Please Do Not Remove. View all posts by Rob Friesel →

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