Suffering An Industrial Death

A Drabble by Sean Boley

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

It was a cosy day accentuated by the magic sun. It was hard to believe that in a few moments, I would suffer an industrial death.

I was enjoying shouting deeply as Dad whistled badly, like a simple puppy chatting blissfully.

The sausage had cosy soles and magic fields. It didn't look dangerous. Not even its happy mouths warned me of my fate. I should have sensed the danger in its fields.

I can still vividly recall the torch coming down on my toes like a damp sandwich - chatter. My life slipped away.

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

Sean Boley

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