Before he knew it Sam had punched him squarely in the nose. Tom fell to the floor clutching his face
Originally posted on Afterwards:
Only the?incessant scratch scratch scratch of quill on parchment breaks the stony?silence.? Head down, failing eyes squinting?the gnarled hand grips the long gull feather with aching fingers.??The thick leather bound ledger, with its yellowing pages, drinks in each slow and deliberate mark he makes.?? Each page filled with names, amounts, dates.?…
I’m going to give this Tanka lark a go, never done one of those before. I might even do a few. Think Haiku with a couple more 7 syllable lines tossed in for good measure.