For @mariannewest/day-91-5-minute-freewrite-thursday-prompt-board
A hurricane coming. Boarding up the windows at the old steemian home. Dr. Marie Curie, a replicant, can't be harmed, but she helps anyways. We will press back against uncaring winds. Nothing shall tear this old place down, not wind, nor lightning, not thrashing whale picked up by the storm and dropped atop the home!" She shouts.
Everyone helps, smallest to largest, wildest to tamest. The use nails and screws and paper clips and those things that are sharp and poke two holes in a paper and then insert a small piece of metal and bend it in on itself. You know what I mean... staples.
The wind roars. Indeed, a whale, thrashing about, comes flying from the edges of the storm. It flings itself into the gate. The gate holds. It thrashes and exhausts itself. The gate holds. Finally, it swims back into the storm, up upon a great torrent of rain. Our morale is bolstered. But there, thousands of minnows who were following the