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Leo, Roving Reporter

Report from: My Desk
Story filed: Micro Fiction IV

Hi people, it's Leo here. Today I'm going to tell a very short story:

Lightning Never Strikes Twice

Everyone knows that lightening never strikes twice, at least that's what my Grandad says. Me and my Grandad....oh my I forgot to introduce myself - my name is Jack and I live in a windmill with my Grandad. My parents died when I was 3 years old. My Grandad has been very kind to me. Anyway where was I? Oh yeah....me and my Grandad live in.... oh wait, I have already told you that! It was raining and not to mention a bit of lightning...this is where my story really gets started.....
Until next time
Leo Roving Reporter