Duck, Duck, Goose






She leapt away from him, as the desperation flashed across his eyes.

To make it fair the computer had decided, at random.

Around the tight ring, he dove.

His fingers scraped her thigh.

She stumbled. Didn’t fall.

The computer was right.

There was a fun way to decide.

They jeered as Thomas walked toward the airlock.


Written for one of this week’s BeKindRewrite prompts, the opening lines – duck, duck, goose.

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One thought on “Duck, Duck, Goose

  1. I didn’t see that ending. My mind immediately went to children playing the game.

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