Dogfight

M. Stanley Bubien

Bullets rattled my wings. "Friggin' Jap!" I screamed.

Cranking the stick, I dropped behind him.

"Eat this, Tojo!" I fired. He dodged, dove and disappeared.

"Where're yah Nip?"

A roar approached. I went nose down. Too late. More bullets. Dead stick. I was spinning. Falling.

"Slant-eyed bastard!" I splashed into the ocean.

Selecting reset, I sighed, "It's just a game after all... Rice boy!"

Copyright ©1996 M. Stanley Bubien. All Rights Reserved.

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July, 1996 Issue #4

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