For today’s prompt, write a story where the title appears in the story word-for-word.

Breathe just breathe.  Walking along the corridor, voices echo, but my heart beats so loudly it drowns out the sounds.  “Twelve minutes, you stupid b**tch! ” The guard cruelly whispers.  

As we round the corner, the glow from the room illuminates the metal gurney.  Father Day silently prays; head bowed.  When he looks up our eyes meet, and he smiles and nods. A silent understanding passes between us.

A searing jolt rips, I falter and gasp, “Jokes on you.”  Dropping to my knees, I kell over, and lose consciousness, just before my heart pulses, one last time. 

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