The Weapon

I give to you a story in eleventy-one words...

She raised the bullhorn. ‘You are not welcome! You will not build! We will endure!’ The ragtag protesters echoed her cries like a destitute flock of deformed geese.

On the other side of the flimsy wooden wall, a rat faced man named Henderson and a gigantic bear of a man named Little plotted.

‘They think we’re building.’

‘How wrrrrong they arrrrre,’ purred Henderson. ‘Do you have the weapon?’

‘Yes. Trust me, it’ll do the job.’

‘It betterrrr; I want complete destrrrrruction.’

Little entered the massive trailer and returned with a container. Henderson took the cylinder with his left hand and deftly slit Little’s throat with the dagger in his right.

‘Purrrrfect…’