Flash Fiction Effort
Here is my flash fiction effort this week. I ran out of time, so it is a form of speed fiction (3 minutes total writing time):
In matters of life and death, one could not forever rely on the judgment of his fellow man. This much became abundantly obvious to Benjamin as he stared at his computer screen, the tiredness visible in his wrinkled brow and in the severely down turned corners of his moustache and beard.
"Sometimes life is a piece of sh*t!" he cursed as he pounded away on the keys of the keyboard.
Other people sometimes impose their will upon you without you having any say in the matter. The case in point today was related to a damn report Ben suddenly needed to complete because some idiot elsewhere was demanding it.
"What I'd like to do, is to tell the damn *ssh*l*s to shove it up their rear end!" he cursed again.
Our fellow man can never be counted upon, for given push-coming-to shove, damn near everyone will unfortunately screw you over if you let them. The rare exceptions are typically family, and even then that may not always be the case.
Ben got up from the computer, sloop-shouldered and exhausted and called it a day. He needed a drink.
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As always, comments are greatly appreciated. I have even screwed up the courage for a barrage of negative comments as well, so if that is your learning after reading the above effort, so be it!