A wild slim alien

Fifty word fiction – The Windmill

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He had pulled thousands of pints waiting for it to happen, each topped off with an upward glance.  The screws parted from their threads by its summer undulations, the ceiling fan had finally worked itself loose.  Down it came, slicing off the head of the captain of the darts team.

Author: awildslimalien

Writing on music at A jumped-up pantry boy (https://pantry.wordpress.com/). Just writing at A wild slim alien (https://awildslimalien.wordpress.com/).

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