01/04/2011 § 2 Comments

Her naked back, so beautiful, glows soft and pale in the lamp’s light.  Such a pity it has to go to waste.  I can’t let my wife find out about her.

“I’ve got to go now,” I say.


She doesn’t suspect a thing.


“For what?”

“For this.”

As I utter these words, I calmly pull the gun from out of my coat, point it at her, and squeeze the trigger.


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§ 2 Responses to Amy

  • johnlmalone says:

    that is a ripper. the end is totally unexpected until you look back and see hints. top piece of flash fiction

  • Simon Grey says:

    I started experimenting with flash fiction when I was fourteen. I like it because, if you do it right, you can tell an entire story in less than a hundred words. Plus, readers find it engaging because they have to fill in the rest of the plot.


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