Feb 21, 2010

Ambush - 55 Fiction #4



They’d been crawling under the scorching sun.
Elbows were grazing on the gravelly earth but they didn’t care.
They’d been waiting for this chance for weeks now.
This time they were prepared.
Just when they were taking aim at Marty
mother called, “Tommy, Joey, where are you?
Lunch is ready!”
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