The power was mine. Legions at my disposal. The war was ending, and I was losing it decisively, but I did have one ace more up my sleeve. I did, after all, have one more wish on my monkey’s paw. And that might, with sufficient forethought, make all the difference.
My first two wishes had led indirectly to my destruction. I had to be careful with my words.
“Destroy them all,” I told them, “and salt the earth, so nothing will grow there again…”
…now, all over the earth, plants are withering and dying. I know it won’t be long…
Monday, August 23, 2010
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Monkey Paw, Salt, Short story
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