The Arrow

He handed her a long narrow box and told her she would need what was inside for the job he had for her.  She looked inside to find a bow and arrow. The bow didn’t look all that impressive. It was brown with a silver string.

But the arrow…

She knew the arrow was special. She knew the arrow was filled with power. She knew if the arrow ever hit its intended target there would be an impact too big to be ignored. She knew that with just one arrow, she must be very careful to wait on his instructions for its use. She knew it could not be wasted.

This arrow was on fire…

 

 

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