Three Word Wednesday CLXXXVI: ebb, random, negotiate

His anger began to ebb as he traced the random pattern of bruises left by the hammer.  “You must not have gotten my memo.” He said to the battered corpse.  Negotiations were over.  He won. Time to celebrate.

20 thoughts on “Negotiations

  1. paschal

    Atwood’s wicked sister’s been cooped up too long. I suppose you needed to let her out of the coop. I “like” how he’s “reading” the corpse with the hammer, like a pointing finger.

  2. Dee Post author

    I always enjoy these dark pieces. I’m not sure what I should be more worried about – that they come from my mind or that I enjoy them! Thank you everyone for your comments – I’m loving these word prompts!

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