Flash Fiction (Microfiction) of the day, The Exotic Weapons Dealer by Philip Purser-Hallard

“Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. This is not a way of life at all in any true sense. Under the clouds of war, it is humanity hanging on a cross of iron.”
― Dwight D. Eisenhower

M41 Walker Bulldog Liberty Park Plano, Texas

A very long day… very busy. I did some stuff that I haven’t done for a while – and that was a good thing (I’ll write about it soon) – but the stress is so high I couldn’t really enjoy myself. Then it was off to work – so busy, even on a weekend.

So, all I have time today is to read a bit of Microfiction…

It does have some with and interesting ideas in a small space.

Microfiction: The Exotic Weapons Dealer by Philip Purser-Hallard