Workshop

Today at my writing workshop our tutor told Sam “It feels like you didn‘t know how to finish this story.”
“You couldn’t do it better,” Sam said.
The tutor pulled out a copy of her novel and slapped Sam across the face with it. Sam took a book out of his bag. It was a hardback with his name on the cover. “Yeah I’ve got one too.” He slapped her across the face with it. She went flying across the room and knocked Hazel off her chair. Before the conflict had a chance to evolve into a brawl I picked up a pile of my chapbooks from under my chair and ninja starred them at everyone in the room, paper cutting the throats. Twelve less competitors.