50-Word Tales #107

Lightning Strike

On a rainy summer evening she was struck by lightning. She dropped the umbrella and fell on the glassy street unconscious.

A week later she awoke in a coffin. She heard the priest and the mourners.

‘Shit!’ she thought, ‘They’re burying me alive.’

‘Wait! Stop!’ she shouted.

They were startled.

8 thoughts on “50-Word Tales #107

  1. There’s never a better opportunity to use swear words than when you’re being buried alive! 🙂 Interesting, claustrophobic story!

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