This sudden fiction piece originated from a writing exercise I did a while back. The exercise was to write a story using six words. Back in the 1920s, Ernest Hemingway was challenged to write a story using only six words. His story? He wrote, "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." Some claim that Hemmingway started six-word fiction and there are web sites available now to read such. In my exercise, I wrote several six-word stories. Once I finished part one of the exercise, part two was to expand the six words by writing for 15 minutes on the same subject. What was my six-word story? The one I chose to expand was, "The assassin said, 'Farewell, my friend.'" I expanded it for the exercise and my friends told me it was an exciting story. This brings us to this revision of Death Spiral. I hope you enjoy it.
No, not all men are dogs. Some are jack-as-is and mount keys too.
The saga continues with, Chapter Seven: Techno-man, Something's Wrong Here.
