A bit of audio visual for the Little Fears flash fiction, Font.


“Murdered!” gasped Fuen.

“Afraid so,” sighed Cloud. “Officer of the law, I believe.”

“I can’t believe it,” said Fuen.

“I’m afraid it’s true” said Cloud. “He shot the font in the back before making his escape on a duck.”

“Wait,” paused Fuen, “he shot a font?”

Cloud nodded. “He shot the Serif.”


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