Sick Day …. part 3?! (A challenge is a red rag to a bull ðŸ¤£ðŸ‘ŒðŸ¼)

Fellow blogger TheCeaselessReaderWrites

challenged me to continue his piece of flash fiction… eeeek! Can I do it justice?

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I saw the knife and saw it move, catching a small amount of light on the blade as the hand of my boss lifted it high above his head.

I ducked, shrieking, and froze on my haunches. A deep roar made me jump and I waited for pain, waited to feel a burning slash in my back but nothing came.

Opening my eyes and focusing on the floor in front of me, only table legs were visible, no feet of a man. I raised my line of vision gingerly, nervous I was falling into a trap, the silence a false hope….