Tuesday 7 January 2014

Hello. Goodbye. - Flash Fiction for Trifecta



Egads. Why are you holding a knife in your hand? And why is it blood-stained? What's with the body near your feet? Wait. Why are you coming at me? I won't tell. I don't even care. No. No. I'll give you my money. And my credit card number. This thing will be between us, like "Whatever, bro." You know? Just...



For this week's Trifecta challenge.



9 comments:

  1. I guess that's a no? Talk about being in the wrong place at the wrong time!

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    1. I know.
      Some people don't empathize with others at all.

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    2. An absolute - and unfortunate - lack of empathy, you are so right about that. :)

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  2. Lol Okay whatever in here was odd enough !! A knife a dead body blood and asking for credit card number ? I can't imagine that :P

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    1. If you're in dire straits, you think of every alternative just to make it out.

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  3. All the wrong questions...haha

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  4. Dark. And funny. Though I bet the ending wasn't ;-) Thanks for linking up!

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  5. "Egads!" My ass! This is a definite "What the fuck!!!!" moment, don't ya think!? :)
    Lots of action in only a few short words. Good, crisp writing, my friend. :)

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