Wm. Brett Hill grew up outside Athens, Georgia but now makes his home on the Eastern Shore of Maryland where he spends time with his wife and daughter, works in IT, and writes stories. His short fiction has appeared in Firewords, Flash Fiction Magazine, Digging Through the Fat, Dragon Poet Review, Dime Show Review, and Medusa’s Laugh Press. Read more here: https://wmbretthill.blogspot.com
This ten word story was typed on a Brother SX4000 Electric Typewriter found languishing in a closet at work.
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