The 12 Days Of Micro Fiction – The Sixth Day

By Andrikkos

100 MINUS ONE

I have only 92 words left to live. After this, there will be but 85. Shall I be flamboyant, go out with a flourish? Call you my mavourneen as we enjoy drink supernaculum? You say I shouldn’t speak at all anymore; you’ve decided quiet, I might not be so bad to have around. Thinking twice, even thrice about putting a foot in my mouth, causing the other shoe to drop; ah, my demise awaits 23 missteps away! The old woman called it a curse, but death is not the curse, it’s the choosing the last word to die on.

2 thoughts on “The 12 Days Of Micro Fiction – The Sixth Day

    1. Bryan Hilson Post author

      I’d be willing to extend the curse to 103 words, just so you could fit all these in.

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