She’d woken up that morning feeling like P. Diddy, but now she was battling for survival.
Her opponent was skilled, and the fight seemed hopeless, yet the alternative was unthinkable.
To be slain, and devoured, her power absorbed into her assassin.
Finally disarmed, seemingly doomed, the time came for her secret weapon.
A black Bic lighter.
Holding it to her mouth, she exhaled a plume of flame into the air, sending her opponent staggering in shock and pain.
“Why should that surprise you?” Ke$ha asked an astonished Lady Gaga, “You knew I brush my teeth with a bottle of Jack.”
Sunday, February 27, 2011
There Can Be Only One
Labels: 100 words, Drabble, Highlander, Ke$ha, Lady Gaga, Short story
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