Here is my offering for the March 9th microfiction prompt from Continuum-Art:
The end was there in the beginning, in that accidental glimpse of a green shimmer peeking out from what she was calling a neckline. The green shimmer held me so I never saw what hit me. And then the old man with the gold-filled bucket was painting someone else’s name on my door.
--zoe
"The Last Stand"
by Patrick Richardson
on another note--sorry i haven't been around much. we are doing some home remodeling...
back soon!
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Read that opening sentence several times. It really grabs...wow! And good luck with remodeling.
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