The 12 Days of Micro Fiction – The First Day

Photo by Bob Collowan

THE SIMPLE LIFE

Turns out the monster taking refuge in the windmill isn’t eating our livestock and demonizing our children. Turns out all these years we’ve been doing it to ourselves. To a one, we gawp, and remove our hats and slap them across our knees. Then we torch that sum bitch and move on to the next windmill.

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