A Plague Of Locusts – 100 Word Microfiction Short Story

A Plague Of Locusts

“I DON’T SEE HOW ANY OF THAT WILL MAKE A DIFFERENCE! I’VE SAT HERE LISTENING TO YOU TALK FOR WHAT FEELS LIKE DAYS, AND I STILL DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU ARE TRYING TO SAY! SO WHY DON’T YOU JUST SAY IT AND BE DONE WITH ALL THESE GAMES!” he spits venomously, each word dripped in the meat that covers his ever-weakening bones.

The gale blows violently once more, sending him careening across the room and into the buildings side. But he does not stop there, instead he plummets through the plaster boards and out into the blackness that awaits outside.

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