Number12's Nanofiction collection, Page 25

As he was leaving the dessert table...

date: 01-13-00

a horrible pain clamped down on his chest. He felt his heart seize. He did not fall, but towered on his thick legs. "Move!" he thundered internally. "PUMP YOU MOTHERFUCKER, OR I'LL STAB YOU WITH THE FORK!" His defeated heart let go, then began to pump. He went to his chair and cleaned off his plate.

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