Saturday, March 04, 2006

Adventure Fiction

The fight cleared the little one-room biker bar quicker than a mime on Karaoke night leaving Eddie looking down at his friend as he lay on the floor amongst the broken glass and spilt beer desperately gasping his final breaths, blood oozing from a stab wound in his chest like jelly from a Krispy Kreme donut, leaving Eddie with the dilemma, should his friend live long enough for the paramedics to get there he could leave with him in the ambulance, or in the event he should die first Eddie would be left with the bar tab.

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