Fifty Word Fantasy: Rippa’s Reunion

He downed a drone with a shotgun blast. “Who er you? An’ why er you bustin’ old Rippa outa prison twenty-eight years late?”

“I’m Punkette!” the mohawked she-orc shouted. “Your daughter!

“I’ma… dad?!” beefy Rippa said opening the getaway car.

An orcish boy loading a rocket launcher greeted him. “Grandpa!”

Orc Rogue, by SirMeo. Click here for more of the artist’s work!

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

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