It was supposed to be a normal home improvement project. I should have noticed the buzzing sound when I was putting up the new gutters, but I was listening to music. If they had done it slowly, I could have had a chance, but they came at me all at once. Our home improvement was destroying theirs.
Losing my balance and feeling the hundreds of stings, I didn’t notice I was falling. My heart stopped before the impact. If only I had at least finished, for now, they will have to deal with a funeral along with the gutters. (99 words)
Writing In The Deep 