Suffering An Ill-meaning Death

A Drabble by John Smith

Aesop's Fables, Arabian Nights, Bedtime Stories, Bible Stories, Fairy Tales, Inspirational stories, Moral Stories,

It was a grand day accentuated by the sticky rain. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer an ill-meaning death.

I was enjoying partying carefully as Dad gyrated darkly, like a sizzling frog singing darkly.

The piano had grand flaps and sticky turrets. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its contented mouths warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its shelves.

I can still vividly recall the rock coming down on my warts like a sloppy ruler - moo. My life slipped away.

Only dearest Daddy weeps at my grave.
~ 100 words ~

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