The Buzzard

Guten tag! Time for another 100 word dose of fiction. Would you like it in story form or convenient suppository? Your choice.

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The Buzzard

Gramps clings to his ridiculous belief that our worlds revolve around him, that we still fear him, but the old buzzard couldn’t be further from the truth. I’m basically the only one who still visits. Everyone else got tired of trying to break through his gruff exterior to the sweet, gooey center. Fact is, that sweet center is pure myth, doesn’t exist. I don’t have much love left for the old man. I’m just waiting for him to die so I can claim my inheritance. I figure I’m due every penny when he finally decides to croak. I earned it.

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