Fed Up

Published on by Susi Bocks
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I winced in disgust, swallowing this nasty blend of coffee while looking up at the wood beams. Soon, there would be a brawl breaking out, and with a hound howling in the background, accompanying the scene. I debated whether I should flick the ant walking across my table as I replayed The Ants Go Marching song in my head. No, heroes don’t do that; they shoot their enemies, not mess with the innocent. This job was beginning to wear on me, like a hood depriving me of oxygen. I’d rather be on a trip to the races or eat glass.

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl – Wordle #702

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