Exceptional They're never there when you need them. One Hundred Swords by Yardier 100 Word Flash Fiction contest entry

“AMY!” I yelled. One hundred swords?  What am I going to do with one hundred swords? Out of breath, Amy asked, “What is it, Walter?” “Look, on the manifest.  It is underscored: EXACTLY.” I pointed my finger. “Exactly?” she asked. “Yes.” I poked the manifest with impatient insistence. “Oh, right there.” She pointed her finger. “Exactly,” I said. “Whatever are we going to do with one hundred swords?” Amy opened the crate. I removed one and brandished the blade in front of Amy.  She in turn, removed a sword and thrust it toward me and challenged, “On guard, lover.” Exactly!   Recognized Author Notes You are free to use any of my swords, just don't poke your eye out. Word count is exactly one hundred swords per MS Word.

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