Flash Fiction: A Dying Commercial Jingle in Sad Reverie

I stand atop the 50-foot Burger Clown robot. The fast food mascot I’d felled toots a dying commercial jingle in sad reverie.

“Hero!” yells the queen from her city’s shattered gate. “T’was it a demon from your ancient world?”

“In a sense,” I answer.

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