We are in the bunker, the two of us. Alone. My only wish had been to be alone with him. Now I am. Now he notices me. He’s not impressed. I used to believe that facing death together would make him see he loved me. His kisses would bring inevitable rescue. I had been an idiot, unaware that death, or even the threat of death, is not romantic.
Still, here we were. I persisted, put my hand out to touch his tissue thin t-shirt. It felt soft, like it had been washed a thousand times. My hand snaked under the shirt, found his skin, felt his rib.
“There’s no food here. What if they don’t come for us?” he said while brushing my hand aside, turning away. Always away.
“I have an apple,” I said.
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I sure didn’t see that coming:)
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🙂 Thanks for reading. My first piece of flash fiction ever. Never did I work so hard for 57 words!
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You caught me with that last line, I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that!
Well done you!
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Thanks Jaye! I’m reading a book now called “Flash” and it inspired me with such great examples of flash fiction that I had to try it :))
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I have yet to try my hand at these!
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Was a bit intimidated!
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Not to be outdone, Anita has recently submitted her first flash fiction to Carrot Ranch (Congress of Rough Writers)
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That’s great! I have heard there’s an excellent market for flash fiction. :))
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XXX
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Haha.
Short sharp, with a beginning & an apple ending. Very clever.
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Thank you 😁
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