No Such Goodbyes
He drowned between the lines of her note.
I forced pride down my throat with whisky.
The rifle recoiled, the barrel smoked, and a life dropped.
There was laughter, life, then a honk, honk, and no life after.
That’s all with today’s flash-fiction. I have a 1,000-2,000 words’ short story coming up in a few hours. See you!
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