Usually the hammer lived happily in a drawer next to the tape measure and a molten pack of gum, but sometimes the humans would attack. Someone would be abducted, sometimes for days, and abused mercilessly at their hands.
Today storm clouds whirled above, and the humans had innocent sheets of plywood to serve as storm windows. They withdrew a nail from a sack on their belts.
“Ow! Ow!” screeched the hammer.
But the human didn’t care. He beat the hammer senseless, imprisoned the poor nails in the plywood and siding, then left them precariously outside as the hurricane blew…
This was written for the November 14th Carrot Ranch prompt, storm windows. I think this one has more the feel of a “yarn,” but I enjoyed it and hope you did to!
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I love the perspective. Poor hammer and nails 😥
Yeah… Not really sure how I came up with this one!
Nice. And I’m thinking, My hammers never cry. Cos I’m a human who treats her hammers humanely. Which means leaving them to live a peaceful live, alone in their drawer.
You’ve got a big heart.
Can’t even be cruel to hammers 🙂
lol. But then again, I’d rather be a hammer than a nail, oh yes I would 😉
Yeah, for sure. The nails have to be stuck, imprisoned alone in their wooden coffins until rust sends them to that nail-drawer in the sky…
Ooo that was excellent. I’m am not sorry I left all the hurricane hullabaloo behind years ago,..
We still get hurricanes some times. Not this year, though – seems like they skipped us! Still, gotta hate it when you need to board up your windows.
Storm season can be brutal–just ask the hammer!
Loved this twisty tale!
Thank you! I had a good time writing this little ditty.
This makes me smile. Love the hammer beating on the nails. nan
Glad you enjoyed it! Who knows what inanimate objects would think?
Never have I felt so bad for tools! Great twist, examining the perspective of a hammer ripped from its comfortable drawer.
Thank you! It was a super fun write.