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Friday, March 11, 2011

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.

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2 Comments:

At Friday, March 11, 2011 at 1:26:00 PM EST, Blogger Mona $visitorIP said...

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...

At Tuesday, March 22, 2011 at 5:01:00 PM EDT, Blogger S E E Quine $visitorIP said...

Damn trees!

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