Flightless

The most profound form of skulduggery negates the sense of adventure and wonder at the mystery of the human condition. The mercenary wields it like a tie clip and the jealous lover is encompassed by it like a barefoot peasant running on sun-baked asphalt like a flightless bird. It is as old as the Nile and as rank as a sewer and it will be quietly sipping water by the maternity ward tomorrow.