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

It wasn't a gallant dance,
it was two men swinging
blades in the mud. Pinning
the knight's swordarm, Oris
stabbed him in the eye.
He sang a song alone: A man
now a monster, a giant spider
playing two lutes.

The she-spider surprised
him. "Were you cursed too?"
The exers hammed up their
cat and dog stereotypes: Ray
hissed, Max barked. A push
for a pull, faux kung-fu,
and laughter.
Former adult prisoners now
listened as children.

"Welcome to Cleanslate
Reformatory, a 2nd chance
for supervillains"
"A rich white boy avenges
his parents by fighting
crime. He's a superhero. A
poor black girl does the
same.. and she's a
terrorist."
"I'm not amused, I hated
being a teen!"

He took her hand. "Come
on, Mel! Who gets a
chance to be 15 again?
Let's have that date!"
Telepathically nonexistent
to their minds, he lifted
a middle finger to the
security camera and casually
walked past the armed
guards. They'd see it later.

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

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