This guy is offering me a fab Friday I can take or leave, I don't know it seems like a good deal but his face says maybe it's not such a good deal.
Five Titles I Came Up With Last Night For Flash Fiction, Transcribed from Steno
Force-Fields / he kept the shield up as long as possible. until he saw her closing, ever closer, on the scanners.
A Brief Despair / the minute she heard he was dead she called Mister Hall.
The Bad Night / the witness had fingered him - the moment he stepped off the train he'd been spotted - and he had to run.
A Rare Gift / she had her own way. her own weapons.
Far From the Flood Wall / he sent a brick to his mother on the cast everyday, knowing it wouldn't be enough.
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