Brass ones

photo credit: Brass Balls via photopin (license)

photo credit: Brass Balls via photopin (license)

When I was younger my Grandmother encouraged me to be bold, to be not only courageous but to be visibly courageous. “Get ’em out,” she would cackle, “‘aint no point havin’ brass ones if no one can see ’em!”

“Things are different now Gran,” I said during my most recent visit, “I’m an adult now and being demonstrably brave only attracts aggression and attacks.”

“A scouring wont hurt your brass ones sweetheart,” she said, laughing gently. “It’s the one’s that get the most polishin’ that shine the brightest!


Five Sentence Fiction:

What it’s all about: Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week I will post a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate will write a five sentence story based on the prompt word.

This week’s word: SPUNK

Sure, I’ll admit it, I was somewhat worried that posting a picture of horse testicles under prompt word ‘spunk’ might be misinterpreted.

This is actually a little tip of the hat to those people who bravely stand up against the angry mob, the haters, the ones who would silence them. Whether its standing up for human rights against a belligerent government (Gillian Triggs), standing up against a barrage of hate designed to drown out their voices (Anita Sarkeesian and others), or publicly standing up for their own right to be themselves (Caitlyn Jenner).

Being brave is hard, being publicly brave is harder, but perhaps even more important for the example it provides to others.



Check out the other stories here!


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