One day, Andy was mugged in the street. With no mobile phone, credit cards or money, his only way home was a three-hour, ten-mile walk across the city. Several acquaintances passed by in their cars, but no one helped. They didn’t see the point.
Andy took everyone, and everything, for granted. Andy never tipped taxi drivers or in restaurants, or gave his cleaner or gardener a Christmas present. Andy saw no reason to pay someone extra ‘simply for doing their job’. He rarely even said ‘thanks’. Eventually, those who knew Andy came to regard him as someone not worth knowing.
One day, Andy was mugged in the street. With no mobile phone, credit cards or money, his only way home was a three-hour, ten-mile walk across the city. Several acquaintances passed by in their cars, but no one helped. They didn’t see the point. Comments are closed.
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Flash FictionFlash fiction is very, very short fiction indeed - short stories of any sort of length from a Haiku to ten minutes' reading. Good for when you're in a hurry. This series is a selection of contributions to Friday Flash Fiction, where there's a limit of 100 words. I try to make all mine exactly 100 words. Collections
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