OK everyone, gather round one last time. We break down the door and waste all four of them plus the dinosaur, it's not a guard dog, OK? The little boy barely speaks. He won't be much of a witness but can be noisy when he panics. The parents are just slow. Take them out later. The real brains of the operation is the little girl. She's a know-all pig who remembers everything. Take her out first, don't miss. OK? (Heads nod) Ready?... GO! (Machine-gun fire) Success! Got them all! "Good story, Grandpa," says the little boy, "Again? Pleeease?" Grandpa sighs. |
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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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