What were those things called again…sycamore seeds? That sounds familiar.
They tumbled down from the trees as twin wings. You would gather as many as
possible and then snap them into two at the base. Then they would be flung
sky ward and they would catch the breeze and spin down, and downwards in
tight spirals just waiting to crash to earth.
The lasers have burnt the shield out, and the gatling cannons have chewed
up the hull and relived the opposition ship of an engine. The other engine
just keeps on going and sends the ship spinning down, and downwards in a tight
Just like the sycamore seeds from those yonder days.
Something shorter today. Far easier to draft as well.
Music listened to as I wrote this: