Today's word of the day for May 4 is collimate.
What I did here was use the Merriam-Webster's word of the day and wrote something with it, as a prompt. This story came out.
It's a bit dark and sensitive.
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The child counted quietly. He had been on it for almost three hours – counting over and over. He had to get it right. He needed to. Collimating the pointed sticks were easy. He had carefully selected them himself, and sharpened them to perfection. They would serve the purpose.
He waited.
Some days, the woman ignored him like he never existed. Other days, he got the whip. He stopped being scared of the whip long ago, but he was tired of it. And there were yet on days she gave him something different. He had learned to close his eyes whenever she removed first his clothes, then hers, and made him do things to her body with his mouth and fingers.
He understood everything. He was becoming adventurous. He liked to think that. Even now, it brought a tiny smile on his lips. He would sneak into her study and read the big books. It took him a while to make meanings out of them, but he did. One of them said that whoever does what the woman did to him deserved to die. He shrugged. His sticks were ready
He continued to count.
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