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Madness Microfiction Short Story

A Star Sign For The Devil – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO

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He looks across the room at him and slowly unclenches his fists while his face untwists, and he falls back into his seat exhausted. “There’s an age old saying about bullshit,” he says as he runs a hand roughshod though his sweat drenched hair. “If it walks and it talks, but it still smells like bullshit, then it’s bullshit regardless, for the old nose knows.” he says tapping his nose, casting a cheeky wink as he does.

“I-I-I, I don’t know what you want me to say to that. I wasn’t in control of my actions when it was all unwinding, and I can see that you clearly want something in return for what you have lost, but I do….”

“YOU DO NOT CHOOSE WHAT IT IS! YOU DO NOT GET TO TAKE THAT WHICH YOU THINK IS IMPOSSIBLE FROM THE TABLE! YOU ONLY GET TO STAND AND WATCH WHAT YOUR WORDS HAVE BROUGHT ABOUT. YOU ONLY LIVE, BECAUSE I WILL IT, AND WHEN MY WILL HAS HAD ENOUGH, I WILL EXTINGUISH YOUR LIGHT, AND BURN WHATEVER IS LEFT! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?” he bellows through saliva drenched lips.

“I-I-I, I can’t u-understand how that is fair.”

“FAIR! FAIR! Do you really want to bring up what is, and isn’t fair RIGHT now? IS IT!….”

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