Ship-wrecked, starving, desperate. He steals the last water-bottle and runs. Six miles later, he chokes on salt-water. Beaten to the punch.
Ah, M. le Bad Guy, it was beautifully crafted – I loved the twist at the end, didn’t see it coming.
And the pacing of the piece…
Thank you very much, Chris!
Fancy seeing you ’round these parts… 😉
I follow 140 Fiction on Twitter and around midnight on Saturn’s Day I saw the name of one my Interfriend’s name pop up in ny feed I loved this piece. As usual.