Two headed horse tails
Effervescent Mini-Me
The flames of War

My six-year-old asked what Independence Day means.
I explained what a sovereign country is and how frustrating it can be to live under the rule of another one. I told her about the founding Fathers and how enlightened they were.
“So, when is my Independence Day?” She replied.
I didn’t cry at first. It’s true that I laughed. But the tears came later.
She was the tenderest and strongest part of me. I had wanted a son. That also is true. I’m not ashamed of it.
But no man knows what a daughter is until he has one.
What good would it be to tell her I’ve got the exact same question? She wouldn’t understand. She still thinks I can do whatever I want.
“It’s not fair! Why do I have to go to bed? Why can you stay up and play chess as long as you want?”
Caps on Freedom come in many disguises. Being a parent — its own lovely prison. Marriage. Of course citizenship to a nation. She thinks my staying up past bedtime is wide-open sea of adventure. She doesn’t know the bills, the addictions, the worries.
But I wouldn’t wish those upon her.
Neither would I wish her a lack of constraints. She needs them to find the courage to win the fight for her independence one day. I didn’t expect the war to start so early, though. Does it mean I’m a good father?
Should I follow her lead and fight myself?
That fateful evening, I find her outside launching fireworks. The gate’s open, our dog has fled. Red and Blue missiles are sailing into my neighbor’s yard. A police-chopper twirls above.
A bullhorn commands we cease and desist.
I arm the garden-hose.
She screams as I douse her dreams.
This story was co-written by Fox (the artist) and Smillew (top writer in satire).
It was our 18th tale! Here are the previous ones:
Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7| Part 8| Part 9| Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13| Part 14| Part 15| Part 16| Part 17
We call the concept the Two Headed Horse Tails.
As Fox (poet and digital art expert) describes it, Two Headed Horse Tails can be a tug of war. Two people (one of them could be YOU) are trying to get a tale into the corral, sometimes even against each other’s will.
Here are the rules (follow them or break them):
- 300 words total.
- Someone starts and writes 50 words. Then the other takes the lead and writes 50 more. Till the 300 count is reached.
- You can switch back and forth as to who starts the piece. (or not! We do.)
What about finding yourself another horse writer and giving it a try?
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