I can’t believe it’s June already. Where has the time gone? But it’s Friday and that’s a good thing because it’s Flash Fiction Friday time!
For those who don’t know, here’s the deal.
One picture, 100 words (no more, no less) and several wonderful authors with their own unique take on the same image. So, here are my 100!
“Is it too cold for you,” Byron asks while he suspends Roger’s body in the whirlpool.
“What the fuck do you think?”
“They said it’s supposed to help.”
“Will it give me the use of my legs back?” His eyes water as his throat trembles, holding back his anger. “She aimed right at me. Why did she do that shit, man?”
Roger can still hear her screams from the night before the accident when he told her that he wasn’t coming back and the unspoken guilt consumes him.
Byron places his head on Roger’s stomach as he fights back tears.
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