I have one minute to write it, starting... now! How many more of these were they going to send me? This was the seventeenth in a year. SEVENTEENTH. These people had already sent me enough to fill a small drawer. These envelopes were being sent to me by the pigeon people. I loved pigeons. I hated pigeon people. I walked to the draw, opened it and dropped it in. I will STOP THEM. I will find a way. I left the house for a walk, I just needed to get away. I went to the station to look for the good kind. There were none. No pigeons, anywhere. The bastards had stolen them ALL! Not one damn pigeon left. I sat down outside the station on the broken curb. Feckin pigeon people!
A Wednesday of Revenge - A one minute story
I have one minute to write it, starting... now!
Published July 5, 2021
I have one minute to write it, starting... now! How many more of these were they going to send me? This was the seventeenth in a year. SEVENTEENTH. These people had already sent me enough to fill a small drawer. These envelopes were being sent to me by the pigeon people. I loved pigeons. I hated pigeon people. I walked to the draw, opened it and dropped it in. I will STOP THEM. I will find a way. I left the house for a walk, I just needed to get away. I went to the station to look for the good kind. There were none. No pigeons, anywhere. The bastards had stolen them ALL! Not one damn pigeon left. I sat down outside the station on the broken curb. Feckin pigeon people!