And it came to pass on a Friday in the last year of Barack that a dark angel came down and said, Ye shall lose great musicians, experience terrible tragedies, endure shocking weather and vote like lemmings on speed.
And the good people of the Earth said, Ye lie! We are too sensible! The Earth is safe in our hands.
Suddenly there was a rumble in the dark skies. The Earth shook; an almighty thunderbolt killed all the people.
The dark angel laughed. He cried, Only joking! Too late, sadly – all around lay dead.
Thus was born Friday Flash Fiction.
And the good people of the Earth said, Ye lie! We are too sensible! The Earth is safe in our hands.
Suddenly there was a rumble in the dark skies. The Earth shook; an almighty thunderbolt killed all the people.
The dark angel laughed. He cried, Only joking! Too late, sadly – all around lay dead.
Thus was born Friday Flash Fiction.
