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.
"The Last Stand"
by Patrick Richardson
on another note--sorry i haven't been around much. we are doing some home remodeling...