Friday, 29 January 2010
Flash 55
He plodded through the fresh-fallen snow, slowly but deliberately. He wasn't looking forward to what he he had to do. He approached a house at the end of a cul-de-sac and retrieved a key from his pocket. He wished his brother had told him where he kept the incriminating documents before dying in his arms.
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2 comments:
I think searching the house would be less painful than watching the brother die.
This is a good bit of flash fiction. Your writing gets better all the time.
i suppose so...
and thank you - i appreciate your opinion
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