Cut Loose

Every town has one. A vagabond that shuffles and mutters.  

Ours wore a red shawl, whispering.

Bli nede. Hupti kini. Babambe phantsi. Stay down. Nach meinem willen.

Then Tommy dared me.

The ball should of hit her cart, not her head.

She fell.

Silent.

The air snapped.

Something let us go.

And we floated up.

Everyone in town, until the atmosphere swallowed our screams.

This has been another Yeah, Write Microprose challenge. Visit the link above to read other stories, the original prompt, and to vote for your favorites. As always, thanks for reading!


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