Unicorn Logistics

by David Hartley

A great gust of hot jungle air sweeps through the cargo bay doors as, there; they open, but my blood does not get warmer because then; at that moment, I first properly hear the untidy clippety-clop of angry hooves on concrete and soon; within mere moments, I will be encountering the split second of my duty and now the giant cork in my hands feels very, very heavy.

David Hartley was born and bred in Preston and Manchester.

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  1. #1 by ramsea on January 25, 2012 - 9:56 am

    Very suggestive, atmospheric.

  2. #2 by jennifer walmsley on January 25, 2012 - 11:17 am

    I can feel MC’s fear in this. Excellent micro fiction.

  3. #3 by Kelly Gillette on February 9, 2012 - 11:52 pm

    Ha, good one. I like it!

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