Short Fiction Month #4- A Watch

Oh dear, I’m a day behind due to meeting in a Perth church hall with hundreds of women to practice witchcraft and overthrow the government make plans, cheer at Elaine C Smith and generally be inspiring and strong. I also had a fierce case of writer’s block until I decided Sunday night is ‘dig out the turntable’ night. Expect more prog-inspired dribblings later.

Two minutes to twelve. He raised his wrist as if to check his watch, one eye trained on the corner of the busy square. His target met his gaze with cool defiance. One turn of the dial, and his burly frame crumpled to the ground. Mission accomplished.


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