Was it just a ficlet of Elsha’s imagination or had someone moved John Perkin’s body.

Slowly, steadily, almost unmoving John Perkins “body” appeared to be moving toward the locked exit.

Eddie-Joe Young’s back was turned. He begun waving around his laptop, ranting, something about sequeling and never getting enough comments.

Was Ficlet’s back on-line? Did they really go through with it?

As the tumblers released, a loud click reverberted like the sound of a cocked pistol.

The door flung open with a crash.

All hell broke lose.

Jenunique, Pens and Feathers, and More Way rushed in.

“Read, reply, ficlet or die!!!!”