Withered Checkered Handbag – 100 Word Halloween Microfiction Short Story

Sandford turns with eyes of fire and snarls like a caged animal. He takes a short sharp breathe in through the nose and bares his teeth aggressively as it comes out. “I didn’t think we were going to go down this path again, not after what happened last time. But here we all are once more, with our proverbial dicks in our mouths. So, before I continue, do any of you have words of wisdom you wish to part with, to perhaps calm my fury?”

Devon smirks as a muffled laugh escapes his lips, and Standford glares at him venomously.

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