Her head showed a distinct indentation of hammer.
“She will live but she will never be able to use that arm again” the ER doc sighed with relief.
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“Over my dead body …” she shouted
That was the last thing the nosy neighbor heard before she heard the chainsaw whir
“9-1-1 an accident is about to…”
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I’ve been having chainsaw dreams ever since I borrowed my friend’s chainsaw to do some cleanup. So what better way to use 55 words for Friday Flash Fiction. Happy Spring cleaning to all and to Mr G who spring cleans on a Harley