And here's mine:
She's heading down your street.
Calling "Trick and treat."
Misbehaving at your door.
Nobody told her it should have been "Or."
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And the ninth Microfiction Monday.
Here's my response:
He wept when he finally saw the sea. They'd trained for the surfing contest in the absence of water. The horse was always going to drown.