To the Bitter End

Lacking the elemental ethos familiar to the elders of his tribe, the savage stood, his sword poised to strike, a lone warrior in his efforts to destroy what had survived for eons. The blade swooped. Bodies splintered. Armies fell. When the last invader had been conquered, Bobby paused, then finally spoke.

"Hey, Mom. Is dinner ready?"

THE END

Bio: Jim Harrington began writing fiction in 2007 and has agonized over the form ever since. His stories have appeared in ComputerLit.com, Liquid Imagination, Ink Sweat and Tears, The Story Shack, The Drabble, and others. Jim's Six Questions For... blog provides editors and publishers a place to “tell it like it is.”

E-mail: Jim Harrington

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