what if the windmills are real?

I thrust my knife forward, but my foe is invisible in the darkness. That’s alright. I can wait.   

 Then the dark is pierced by light, revealing a nurse. The ugly one with the mustache and spider veins. Smelling like tabasco and beer.

 “You’re tilting at windmills again aren’t you dear? Let’s get you into bed.”

 I comply. I can wait. Her time will come.

 Our challenge was to tell a story in 64 words using the following words:

 

NURSE

TABASCO

INVISIBLE

SPIDER

WINDMILL

MOUSTACHE

 

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