55 Flash Fiction - Consequences
First sounding like a door needing oil, the tree crashed down. Men in black suits scrambled to avoid death, then panicked. Their charge and one of their own did not fare so well. Underneath, a crimson puddle seeped out. The peace treaty would not be signed, the war would not be avoided. The skies wept.
Labels: 55, 55 Flash Fiction Friday, Writing
posted by Charles @ 12:01 AM
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When it has to happen, the whole universe would contribute to the circumstances, which become unavoidable, no matter what. Its a total fatal conspiracy. One thing leads to another...no matter what your intentions might have been, or whatever your plans were, how how much you educated yourself to avoid disaster. I know this phenomenon very well as I watched my late husband go...
Damn trees!
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