Lock, Stock

The machines seized, so they had us down knee-deep, throwing shovelfuls of muck, while recounting how this weren’t just a canal we were digging, but a golden footpath for industry. How, sooner than we knew, each and all and their sons and even their sons would have safe jobs inside the factories, building the things we needed to build ourselves a real country.

We all had a good laugh at that, until we heard something snap, louder than thunder in your pocket, and then, farther off, the screams, and then we saw all that god damned water rushing towards us.


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