"I know you're in here, and I'm going to find you," I muttered, "and I'm going to kill you."
Movements slowed as I watched the contours and shadows of every corner.
With the CRACK of my weapon, I struck. A body drifted to the floor. Victory!
The fly was dead.
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FFF-55 Vol. XXIX. Tell a story in exactly 55 words. Go see G-Man.
Linc...
ReplyDeleteInspiration comes to one at the oddest times doesn't it?
Loved your 55 My Friend
Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End!
LOL.
ReplyDeleteThe world can use one less fly.
Excellent twist. Hooray for dead flies.
ReplyDeleteYou had me going.
ReplyDeleteI love the crack of the fly swat when it connects.
Sorry so late to comment. I just thought I'd go back to Mr. G's and see if there were any latecomers.
Have a good week.