The challenger stared back at me defiantly.
Three times I’d tried to finish him off, and yet, he was still there, bobbing, swerving and dodging;
His very presence derisive.
‘This time,’ I thought.
I lunged in with my usually reliable right, and flushed again.
The poo still wouldn’t go down.
Ok, so I have to admit, it's a little bit juvenile, but still my favourite so far.
ReplyDeleteI just love the idea of fitting a whole story into just 50 words. My problem is that I’m too verbose and can never stick to such a small word limit.
ReplyDeleteI was always the same when writing essays... well, the ones not plagiarised from the university library’s books anyway.