| General Fiction posted April 19, 2019 |
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fifty word flash
Closer
by pit viper
She counts her drawer. It's twelve cents short. Across a dollar bill, somebody has scrawled "CALL 911".
It reminds her of stars, how they're already dead by the time their light reaches us.
She bags the trash, locks the door, and lights a cigarette on the way to her car.
Dribble Flash Fiction contest entry
She counts her drawer. It's twelve cents short. Across a dollar bill, somebody has scrawled "CALL 911".
It reminds her of stars, how they're already dead by the time their light reaches us.
She bags the trash, locks the door, and lights a cigarette on the way to her car.
It reminds her of stars, how they're already dead by the time their light reaches us.
She bags the trash, locks the door, and lights a cigarette on the way to her car.
My first-ever attempt at flash fiction, based upon my nights closing at a local sandwich shop.
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