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Fifty Word Fiction

Babysitter

Chrissy trotted to the kitchen and snagged a PopTart. She sat by the telephone, thinking about Shawn. Dumping him was easy. He was a lousy boyfriend. After he swore revenge, she knew she had done the right thing.
She never saw the door open, the gleaming eyes, or the knife.

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  1. Can we have a happy fifty word fiction?? :)

    Posted by Jilian | October 26, 2004, 12:26 pm
  2. Not during Halloween ;-) I promise they’ll lighten up after the 31st.

    Posted by Jeremiah | October 26, 2004, 1:45 pm