Flash fiction #7

She said she will be here.  It was a promise we made to each other.  The last bus approached.  The air became still, the lights dimmed, the doors opened.

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Flash fiction #6

Sitting on the chair, my eyes closed. The vision reappeared.
“What do you see, Jane?” Dr. Henry asked.
“It’s the woman, the umbrella, and the water, there are no colours.”
“Do you see the buildings? Are they still there?”
I could hear his mind, analysing all that rattled from my head.

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…?”