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My fake Canadian friend told me I had two minutes to write a five sentence story.

It happened so fast, it was over before I even processed what was going on. Yet somehow I was thrown backward over a table, holding onto his blue striped polo with one hand and flinging the other one wildly about his face, screaming, "Get the fuck off me." Hands pulled, voices blurred, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the pool cue coming down on the back of his head. Blood sprayed into my mouth and eyes and he was off me. I convinced them to leave him beside the railroad tracks, instead of on them.


What's your five sentence story?