The Skin We Live In – 100 Word Microfiction Short Story

The Skin We Live In

“You’re fucked old boy, good a proper too. Why the hell would you try to accomplish something as stupid as what you just did? I thought you were brighter than that.”

“F-F-Fuck YOU!” he spits as he grits his teeth and lets out an almighty cry of agony as he tries once more to pull himself to his feet. But as before he find himself unable and lets out an exhausted breath as he collapses onto the blood drenched earth once again

“Son, ain’t no one being fucked here but you, and if I was you I’d consider outsourcing it.”

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