Flash fiction #4

I could smell the gas, bleeding through the pipes. I shudder to think that this entire neighborhood could become nonexistent in minutes. The right thing will be to tell them to leave, but if we did, he could make good his promise and ignite us all the same. I waited for the call. The pay phone rang, just as he had said; on the hour, every hour.
“Hello, this is detective Charles speaking, is this…?”

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David Alexian

David Alexian has always had a passion for writing. From an early age, he has loved keeping journals; sometimes in note books but other times on little scraps of paper he could find when his diary was not close by. Over the years, he has explored writing psychological thrillers, suspense and fantasy stories. His mind and heart is fed by his love for creating excitement for his readers. He loves to play with the perceptions of human realities; the challenges and triumph of the human spirit. David is the first son to two Caribbean parents, with the influence of European and African heritage. He is married to a supportive and caring wife. At present, David holds a Masters of Arts degree in Psychology and works with children who have experienced trauma, abuse or mental disturbances. As he writes, he experiences the freedom that comes with knowing his readers are excited, happy and satisfied.

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