Mission

I'm trying to write a short piece of flash fiction everyday from whatever pops into my head at the time. It'll mainly be rambling unsubtle crap but hey, at least its something right?

Tuesday, 5 October 2021

Fourteen

I stagger to my feet before throwing open the hideout door. Within I am confronted by the sight of my attacker’s as they rip chunks from the hanging corpse. The old man turns to me with a bloody smile before pulling a pistol, firing a shot straight into my chest. I feel my back hit the ground and then hands pull me further into the house.

Restart?

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