It’s been quite a while since I wrote some 55-word micro-fiction stories. So I thought I’d subject you to some more 55-word torture.
Hasradbal’s Carthagian troops surrounded Rome itself. Elephants, phalanxes, and ballistas stood ready. The Roman cities of the Scipii, Julii and Brutii had fallen. One final thrust would end it all. Ah! The scent of victory!
And then the mouse froze, and the hard-drive stopped humming. Damn you, Windows, for denying me a Rome: total war victory.
These were indeed grim times. Their working conditions had become worse. The cramped conditions and squalor were affecting their productivity. They sat still, in their cramped conditions, and had no idea what their fate would be.
“They have to be killed”, said the inspector to the farmer, pointing at his fifty bird-flu infected squawking hens.