Some "classic" flash fiction. This was the very first one ever.
I recently found myself on a return train from Ravenna to Bologna in northern Italy. Confused, I’d messed up validating the ticket on the outward journey, but the friendly train conductor scrawled a note on the ticket for the conductor on the journey home. That way I wouldn’t incur a huge fine.
But coming back, the train conductor didn’t speak any English, and my Italian wasn’t good enough either. Exasperated, I kept saying “Non copisco”. Exasperated, he kept shouting louder and louder.
So I did the only thing possible. I took a gun from my jacket and shot him dead.
But coming back, the train conductor didn’t speak any English, and my Italian wasn’t good enough either. Exasperated, I kept saying “Non copisco”. Exasperated, he kept shouting louder and louder.
So I did the only thing possible. I took a gun from my jacket and shot him dead.
