You suddenly realize that, if you keep reaching for your
sword, Earl will attack. You slowly open your mouth and let the sword clatter
to the floor. Then you raise your empty hands to show that you don’t have any
other weapons.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Earl,” you say in your
least-threatening tone. “I just want my creative writing class back.”
“I have some good news and some bad news,” Earl growls. “The
good news is that you are going to get to spend as much time as you want with
your fellow creative writing students. The bad news is that you will be
spending the time with them in the toe replacement wing of the Boise hospital.”
You think to yourself, “Uh oh. I wonder if I have time to
pick up the sword?”
But as it turns out, you don’t have time. With lightning
speed, Earl lunges towards you.
Before you know it, your toes are just a
delicious memory.
THE END
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