(Nanofiction is a story exactly 55 words in length.)
TWANGGGGGGG!
The musician angrily thrust off his guitar, motioning impatiently
for it to be grabbed and fixed by one of those shadowy, scurrying figures in
black at the side of the stage.
“I broke a string!” he spat.
“Aaaaannnnd…a stroke I bring,” the Grim Reaper pleasantly replied, as his bony fingers gripped the guitar’s neck.
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