Winning the Battle – Losing the War
She stood in the vessel, still in her pajamas, hearing the door tap staccato annoyance. She took stock of post-war casualties.
Venomous words, hurled like grenades, dripped from the air in corpuscle chunks, quivering in vast empty spaces between them, awaiting an overdue death at her feet.
My Fathoms (Word Prompts which must be incorporated): vessel, pajamas, tap.
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