Friday, November 30, 2018


Bobby Derie

"Lots of people talk about 'impact.'" Her voiced echoed oddly through the empty warehouse. "'This person had such an impact on me,' and all that. Metaphors."

His wrists and ankles twisted and pulled at the zip ties, mouth chewing at the knotted sock she had crammed into his mouth...wiggling, worrying, trying to get free, get away...but he stopped when he heard the distinct tap of metal against concrete.

The head of the sledgehammer was only a few inches away from his foot.

"I hate metaphors."


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