The Cockroach
I pumped poison into her home, but she lived. I drowned her in the faucet, but she lived. I broke her back under my boot, but she lived. And then she laughed. Because when my back breaks and my lungs sink and my home gets pumped with poison, I won’t.
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This short piece was written as an entry for the Fifty Word Story Contest Week #18 hosted by
The prompt was the word “live,” and I found out about the contest by exploring the “fiction” tab.
Image source: Image 1.