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Three Line Tales 14 – Booth

week 295
photo by Jan Antonin Kolar via Unsplash

She should’ve known things were about to go awry when the photo booth started to talk like it knew what it was talking about—

“Excuse me, I’m your what?!” she gasped, confusion quickly turning into panic, shooting right up into a slew of pained and horrified screams as the metal walls began to twist, to screech, to crunch.

“Aaah, feisty,” the photo booth trilled amidst the bloody ruckus of its late night dinner. “Bon appétit!”

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*Inspired by the photo prompt above for Week 295 of the Three Line Tales Challenge @ Only 100 Words.

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