Flash Fiction: Rock Beats Scissors

John had made it. He fought Korlack’s minions, escaped the prison at Hylark, and rescued his family from certain death. He stood before Korlack himself, self-imposed ruler of the galaxy. Korlack’s troops were defeated and his sword of dominance broken. John took the sword of valor and aimed it at Korlak and with a battle cry rushed forward. Korlack dipped his hand into his cloak and produced a sleek black blaster and fired. The shot blasted a hole the size of a tomato in John’s midsection. He crumpled in a sliding heap towards Korlack’s shiny boots.

                “Tough luck kid,” Korlack said.

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