_______________________________________________________________________ “We’ll improvise. Give me the gasoline.” She poured slowly. ”Now the string.” She tore the bedsheet, stuffed it in. Below the window, the motorcade approached. He flicked the lighter. She hurled the skull. _______________________________________________________________________ *Note: This 33 word story was written for Trifecta’s Trifextra: Week Five Writing Challenge. © Scriptor Obscura and Scriptor Obscura Writes, 2011-2012
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