Flash Fiction / Micro Fiction
Length - 100 words each
Three pieces written for the competition theme 'Phone Call'.
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Stain(Ed)
'It's simple,' I explain. 'If the black phone rings you
live. Silver phone means you die.' I wonder if he hears my voice falter.
'Please.'
He begs. 'Don't do this!'
'Sorry,
Ed.' This time, his eyes are blue.
'Why
do you keep calling me that!'
Tension's
relieved by a buzzing on the table, Long John calling.
This
is the fifth man I've killed, but the face remains the same, borne into my
conscience like a stain.
The
black phone isn't even connected, just my little moniker. It was Ed's. If he
rings, I'll bite the lead and apologise in person.
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A Week or Three
'The old widow has a safe room. We find her, kill her,
and leave her inside. She leaves tomorrow, but nobody will care if she stays
out another week... or three.' He chuckled darkly.
His
partner pulled the door to and jumped at the metallic clang that followed.
'Are
we...'
A
dial tone interrupted him.
'This
is Rhonda, responding to emergency. Is there a situation?'
No
handset, another voice responded.
'No
dear it's fine, must have triggered the switch by accident. I'm going on
holiday tomorrow, and it's just occurred to me to extend my stay another
week... or three.'
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Fight For Life
I'm sorry I couldn't be there Dad, although with
my recent track record in hospitals maybe it's no bad thing.
I've
been called to my place in another pointless war where death means very little,
while a thousand miles away the one I care about toils in a precious fight for
life.
'Phone
call for you, Private.'
I
can't breathe.
Some
of the men know my ordeal, so my game face goes up under the weight of their
anxious faces. For their sake, I choke back my pride.
Victory
tastes bitter-sweet.
'It's
a boy.'
Sorry
you'll never hear it, Grandpa.
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