PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook
He shuffled in, dragging a massive orb atop a rusty pole.
Surreptitiously, we eyed one another. A sense of unease rippled through the room.
He settled in his seat, both hands grasping the pole. Its weight, top heavy, swayed slightly.
Unease was building into discomfort as he sat, silent, observing everyone.
I glanced for the door… would I be first to leave?
He cleared his throat,
“I sense your tension… your unease.”
Our breath, audible in unison.
Discarding the orb, he stretched, sighed loudly, and began…
“How much lighter now… without the weight… of Our World… on our shoulders…”