Flash Fiction

January 22, 2016

“You recommend I take my life?”

There was a shift of gaze.


In the light, Mina’s face was a vivid image of sarcasm. Highlighted, and darkened shadow. She couldn’t see that which was beyond the stream of white, but could at least intone how disgruntled they were at her blatant disapproval.

“You’ve got to be shitting me,” Mina grumbled, swiping at the pillar with a flash of gold from her rings. In her hand, the concentra...

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