Bernice, President of The Friends of the Library, called for attention. We must address the elephant in the room. Who will be sacrificed to the budget council so the library can avoid a cut in funds, which would result in librarians being laid off, fewer book acquisitions, and clogged toilets. As always, we will hold a secret ballot to determine which of us will be the human sacrifice.
In the corner, seated alone, was an elderly man called Flash Fiction Joe. He said little. There were rumors he had cooties. As you might expect, he was selected as the sacrifice. When notified, he didn't change expression. He knew his work would live on long after his demise.
He also knew he had two months to lose ten pounds. It might be a naked sacrifice and he wished to die with a flat stomach.
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