Suitcase Blues – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO

….The lights explode one after the other, sending a shower of glass down upon Crockett. He lets out a muffled grunt, as he clumsily attempts to shield himself.

“IF YOU THINK A FEW BROKEN SHARDS OF GLASS IS GOING TO SCARE ME INTO ROLLING OVER ON TIGER, YOU’RE FUCKING WRONG!” he cries out.

“The glass is a little light entertainment for what is to follow.” she scoffs as she raises her hand into the air and tightly clenches it, commanding a thousand or more shards of glass to dig themselves into his flesh all at once.

“ALRIGHT!” he bellows in agony as he squeezes his eyes tightly closed. “ALRIGHT! YOU’VE MADE YOUR FUCKING POINT! I YIELD!”

Camellia smiles smugly as she pulls the red lollipop form her mouth and rolls her head around her neck with cracking recourse. “I didn’t think little old me, could easily persuade such a big boy like you, without breaking a sweat. Are you sure I’ve done enough to circumvent your frustrations and enable you to see my side of the equation?” she says as she pops the lollipop back into her mouth.

“YES! YES! ALRIGHT!” he screams, still squeezing his eyes tightly closed…..

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