REFLECT!



The gun-shot deafened him for a few moments. Then, it was all quiet.

He opened his eyes. How on earth was he still alive? He could see and feel everything. He touched his head where the bullet was targeted, it seemed intact; no injury.

Where was his gun? Didn’t he hold it just a while ago? He looked around desperately. It was nowhere.

He spotted the glass-jars in the living room, and went near. They didn’t reflect back his image, strange.

Then he saw his body, lying limp in a pool of blood; his tedious effort did not go waste!


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This 100 words post is for Friday Fictioneers - ( Image Copyright – © G.L. MacMillan. )
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BUBBLES




It was his favourite place; watching bubbles being blown in the wide open space.
Claiming everything on left, right and centre, until, men decides to invade.
Concrete and metal strewn everywhere; even his paradise was not to be spared.
Where once floated his beloved bubbles, lay instead, an ugly metal head.
Squeezed unscrupulously from bowels of earth; materials wasted in the name of art.


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This 5 sentence post is for magpietales 280 & - lilliemcferrin
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