A Risk Prioritised Of Fashion – 100 Word Halloween Microfiction Short Story

“Seven days! SEVEN DAYS!” Shaun yells as he thrusts a fist into the wall, a handful of millimetres from her face. She glares at him, curling her lips and snarling from the back of her throat.

“DON’T BLAME ME FOR YOUR PROBLEMS! WE HAD A DEAL, AND YOU FAILED TO PERFORM AS REQUIRED. HAD IT BEEN LEFT UP TO ME YOU’D STILL BE ROTTING IN THAT HOLE, BUT SOMEONE UP THERE THINKS YOU’RE IMPORTANT TO THE CAUSE, SO HERE WE ARE. NOW BACK THE FUCK OFF BEFORE I HAVE TO BE THE BEARER OF BAD NEWS FOR THOSE THAT CARE!”

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