One Sentence Story Collection V

“I’m sorry Mrs. Jablonski, but your robot’s got severe rust-itis and will have to be shut down . . . permanently,” the robo-mechanic said.

Like clockwork, the clock worked.

After losing my third finger, I thought maybe I should have looked at those instructions after all.

Coach Vaughn aligned the metal bat with the kneecap, “You’re just going to have to take one for the team, Johnny.”