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A Final Show

The man swaggered up to the stage smirking. He had been criticising the show the whole night. Jeering and booing.

But now he would be my final act.

‘So, Sir, your name please?’ I ask politely, I unlike some possess manners.


‘Well Kyle I’m glad you volunteered to take part. Audience prepare to be amazed for when I snap my fingers Kyle will –

‘Cluck like a chicken, Sing like Elvis, come on man this little magic trick is shit’ Kyle said laughing.

‘No’ I said calmly ‘When I snap my fingers you’ll die’ The audience gasped, my hand rose.




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