A little mystery with Deb’s this week
These micro tales are written for the following prompts:
They blamed it on the lockdown, but one of their own had been murdered by them, cut down in the prime of their life, and self-preservation became paramount.
Perhaps it was always destined to happen, but now they were tense, always watching, waiting for the disruption whenever they gathered, and there lay the challenge.
They weren’t crafted to sense danger, they couldn’t flesh out motives to hunt the perpetrators, but they would survive.
No longer would they be broken because of a shiny babble, no longer would they be victims of greed, no longer would they become shattered glass.
For now, they were reinforced.
Anyone who watched the little cat swish its way…
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