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WRITERS EYES / ASCRIBER Uniting Writers Around The World Online Writing Group |
by
Wilson Irving
End Game
It had to end quickly now. He was surrounded. They were staring at him. Everyone was tense. He hunched over his weapon. Carefully, as the missile flew towards him, he struck out. It ended then, amid a loud explosion of cheering: he'd hit a six. He had won the match.
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