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
A very dark story – I love it!
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Thanks 🖤
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oooh, menacingly dark
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Thank you ☺️😎
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This is a brilliant piece Tina I love it 🙌
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Thank you!
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