Knackered!

Fighting the urge to scream back I turned the handle to the crank again with as much vigour as my tired muscles could muster.

The engine did little more than mumble a tired cough and splutter.

I looked at my robot master and smiled, “Sorry boss, looks like you’re knackered.”

Mike Jackson

50-word story

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