He had said he was going to play golf that afternoon. Then came the phone call.
“Hello.”
“Is your husband home?” asked the whisperer.
Then there was an evil chuckle from the other end.
“Not at the office. Not with you. Do you know where your husband is?”
Then silence.
This is kind of creepy.
Good job. 🙂
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Ooh! That’s not right!
Are you on a flash fiction kick? Sorry, I’ve been absent for a while.
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Not really, Wanda. It’s just that sometimes, the less said, the better.
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That gave me the heebie jeebies! Good show!
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I love these little gems from you.
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that shrilled me… pretty much out of my sanitY!
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Okay, Now your just freakin’ me out.
Who ARE these people?
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Isn’t the first rule of writing “write what you know,” leakelley?
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I just re-read what you said above, Corina, and it is very insightful:
“Sometimes the less said, the better.”
This pretty much sums up my passion for flash fiction. So much of the thought process is transferred to the reader’s head. You do a great job of it. Keep them coming.
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That whisperer needs shot.
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phone calls from the past… that is why i never answer it when it rings…..
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Been there! Done that!
You and I have to try to hook up when I’m out in Seattle this summer.
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Definitely, BiblioMom. Definitely.
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Getting into the painful past? If you must then keeping it short, and getting it done makes good sense.
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