In this weeks flash fiction friday, I had to use a last line of a story as the first line of a new one. Below is that story. Enjoy.
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“That plan didn’t fly, superhero, and now we’re short a bazooka.”
“Well, what do you expect? I was only born four hours ago!” argued Hero. Genetically designed and brought to life only this morning, he hadn’t been given a proper name. Looking at him, one would expect that he had received only the best education, nutrition, and environment for the last twenty-five years. He stood six feet tall, with dark brown hair and the build of an action star.
“I know that,” his commanding officer said, unsympathetically. “But this is what you were made for. We need to stop these monsters, and we need to do it now. So if you don’t want to go back into that goop we pulled you out of, then use that freakish brain we gave you and figure out how to save the day.” Continue reading