A five sentence fiction inspired by the prompt
"Hunger"
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The headlines flashed in a prominent news channel with a breaking news about the death of the promising Chief Minister of the state.
The fraternity was in a shock as their dearest to-be Chief Minister was found dead in his apartment in Virar.
With all hopes shattered, the people stood helpless outside his house to bid him farewell and have a last look at their chivalrous leader.
A tall man with a black moustache that ran from one cheek to the other stepped out of his official vehicle and walked towards the lifeless body.
As he bowed to pay his respect, he flashed an iniquitous smile and whispered in his ears, "Thank you for leaving, my plan never fails".
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