Sing It Again – A Microstory

“Again,” he said. He smacked his lips, and I could feel his rancid breath on my ear.

I swallowed and sang, “Oh, Danny Boy. The pipes…”

Tears slid down his face, but his knife held steady at my throat.

Until the end…

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O Danny Boy by Frederick Edward Weatherly

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