He had tinkered away at the problems before him aimlessly and without effect for ages. Nothing he’d done could mend what was broken because what was broken was not the thing itself, but rather the components. No matter how much energy was put into the project, the only sparks that flew anymore were dangerous ones. The only question that remained, really, was whether he would continue to tinker endlessly or let the lost cause go.

Sammie Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt

Use the word “tinker” and write a piece of poetry or prose in exactly 75 words.

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    1. Ta! I just keep thinking about how long I banged my head against the wall trying to fix what couldn’t be fixed. I think the way to find food from my destruction is by telling the stories so others may be inspired to leave their destruction sooner. ~ Kit

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