Fiction (or non-fiction) of 50 words, no more, no less. Let your imagination run wild but brief!
Friday, March 15, 2013
Just Looking For An Excuse
The man slouched further into his battered overcoat and seethed with rage. There was nothing worse than being in a bad mood and having no one to take it out on. In school there had been no shortage of targets. Someone was going to be sorry today! Any minute now...
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