Tough day at OneWord. Twine. Yikes. Here's what I came up with, in 60 seconds:
The ball in the pit of his stomach began to unravel, something akin to dropping a bundle of twine off a balcony. A long strand of worry, growing by the foot. He'd tried antacids, tonics. What he needed was salvation.
He needed to forgive.
#FridayFlash: The Revenge Engine
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