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At last (Friday Fictioneers)

February 20, 2015

He grinned madly in the darkness, his heart jumping in his chest. Years of toil, sweat and madness had taken its toll but finally, finally he had done it, succeeded where so many others had failed. And sure his wife had left with the kids, sure his house was gone, his job had been given to another and just this morning his dog had died (didn’t he sound like a country song?) but none of that mattered now.

The stone sparkled in the light of his headlamp.

He had done it. Made it. Succeeded.

He was a winner.

a Friday Fictioneers prompt

Word count :98


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  1. Dear Solothefirst, Enjoyable and I can hear the song “HE MADE IT.” Honestly, good thought! Nan 🙂

  2. Michael B. Fishman permalink

    Never mind the cost, winning is the thing! Bummer about his dog…

  3. Love it. But madness, there is.

  4. Wonderful!! You are doing such an amazing job with these prompts. I wonder if this is just a hint of possible madness dawning on the horizon for him?!? It was definitely a wonderful read…as always!

  5. What a whole lot of story packed into 98 words! Awesome! But what did he create. How can you leave us hanging like that.

    • Oh thank you. Yes 100words is so short a time to create a picture. I love how it makes you really concentrate. Oh dear, yes I have a tendancy to cliffhanger my writing, sorry about that, 🙂 what do you think happens? Id love to know what my readers think

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