I gave myself the challenge of writing a one-sentence short story. Here is what I came up with.
We were hiking the canyon rim—I, as usual, bitching about her degenerate friends from high school—when a peripheral movement caught my eye and I yelled, “Do not wave your arms at me, young lady!” and turned to see those lovely limbs flapping into the abyss.
~by Janine Gleason
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