Head Block
By Brate
Six of the Magnificent Seven came upon their friend smashing at an enormous block of concrete with a sledgehammer.
"What're you doing, Vin?" JD asked.
"Tryin' to break through this damn block!"
"What is it?" Larabee circled the great stone, squinting his green eyes in suspicion.
"It's Brate's writer's block." Tanner continued to pound the hammer against the stone.
Nathan watched the sharpshooter. "You're lookin' a mite worn out, Vin."
"That's why I'm have to break through this freakin' thing. She's got me stuck in a coma, shot, and -- swear to God -- I'm even possessed." More whacking. "I have to get her to finish them so I can git better."
"Why don't ya sit down, Junior," Buck told his friend, taking the sledgehammer. "I'll take a stab at this puppy."
"Reckon I better." Vin sat down and watched the ladies' man smack the block. When Buck began to tire, Josiah took over, and when his arms ached too much, Chris took the tool. One by one Vin's friends, including Ezra, helped smash at the large concrete obstruction until it lay shattered on the ground before them.
"That ought to do it," Josiah stated.
"She should be freed from her literary impediments," Ezra agreed.
"Damn, I hope this works." Tanner sighed heavily, eyeing the mess. "I need a nap."
(Hopefully this means) The End (of my writer's block!)
