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Well, it’s time for some fun Friday Fictioneer time again. I want to thank our hostess who is ever so clever, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, she puts up with all of us every week. If you want to read other great stories just give Rochelle’s name a click and enjoy!
Now on with the show!
Genre: Fiction (100 words)
No one was around, too early for the first shift of workers. Walking to the back side of the building Margot crouched down and lifted something from the bushes.
As she strode to the left corner of the shop she hit her arm against the building and fell to her knees in pain.
Her bandaged arm was bleeding again where the hand used to be. Biting her lip, she staggered up and continued. They refused her compensation for her loss, said she had been careless. Then they fired her.
A quiet whoosh sounded as she dropped the match on the gas and walked away.