Fiction In 58 and One Word prompt: collapse
She built her case, brick by evidentiary brick, documented in triplicate, what was once called iron-clad. He searched for loopholes and shimmied in and out as he pleased. She had it wrapped up, tied up in a bow, buttoned down. He was free and easy, breezing through the front door and out the back when it all collapsed.
I picture Mr. Free’n’easy breezing through that tidy bow and leaving it like a tornado leaves a trailer park LOL! You do a nice 58, Dee. Giving our man Thommy G a run for his money!
I’m with the Duchess: I likes it.