…and on the 8th day, micro fiction was published on some dude's blog.


Todd made his move.

Or at least, he tried to. In one fluid motion, Doug reached across the table, slapped the piece out of Todd’s hand, then followed through with a brutal elbow to the face, knocking Todd out of his chair and onto the floor.

He tasted blood immediately. He touched his nose gingerly as he put his chair back upright and struggled to get back on his feet. Stabbing pain radiated out from the center of his face.

Todd returned to a sitting position just in time to witness Doug make the winning move.



Doug jumped out of his seat and pointed both index fingers at the table between them.

The game had lasted all of about thirty seconds.

Todd had trained hard, but it obviously had not been hard enough. He thought he was ready, but his broken nose and those past thirty seconds had made it abundantly clear that was not the case.

It was going to be at least several more months at the gym before he’d be anywhere close to competitive at this level of Full-Contact Connect Four.

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3 thoughts on “FCCF

  1. Too bad – now he’ll never graduate to the next level, Cage Match Candyland.

  2. Todd and Doug could be Minori and Rei. We have Connect Four. They manage to make most things a contact sport.

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