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Crystal (100)


He kept shouting out over the newscaster. The noise was ringing in her ears, making her head pound and her ears build pressure. Blood pressure rising with her temper she picked up the glass and flung it.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“Trying to get you to shut up.”

“You could have killed me.”

“It’d have been better than breaking my crystal.”
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Who is she? Why would she rather kill him then break her crystal?

The word is crystal. The limit for this post was 100 words, this one comes in at 63. Click the link to be taken to M3 and the official rules.



Comments

Red said…
Someone she wishes she had never picked out the pattern with... methinks.

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