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mwm_pngA weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!

The brute slammed Clair
into a wall, but she
stubbornly clung on to
his back and unleashed
enough voltage to drop
an elephant. 

Most picked weapons like
swords, eyeing each other
as opponents. Theresa chose
a hatchet, knowing the real
opponent would be nature. 

"Why are the enemy pilots
so little? They're hobbits!"

"Genetic engineering. Small
pilot, small cockpit, small
target." 

 
"Capes? A bunch of glory
hound vigilantes if you
ask me! Yeah, I'm a Super..
But I'd never trade my
police badge for a mask."

"Aren't wizards supposed
to use wands?"

"Traditionally, but I used
some imagination and
enchanted an 1880 Colt
Peacemaker instead." 

She hugged him as the
dream faded. "Please
remember."

He awoke writing a
number he didn't know.
He never regretted 
calling it. 

Small hands shook her
from sleep. "Mom."

"Hon, what?"

"There's a monster."

"Under your bed?"

"No. Right here," said the stranger.

Copyright © 2017 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.

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