Flash Fiction Friday: He's Dead, Jim

Flash Fiction Friday
November 25

A Reason to be Thankful

He's Dead, Jim

Corey was gone.  The others paced, shocked. "What happened?"
"Tell me." I caught Gabriel by the arm. He stumbled, his hand a cold grasp on my arm seeking balance.
"Drew and I were ... and we wanted him with us. Came down here... and..." A tear slid from the corner of his eye.
"He hated us together, that much?" Drew's voice was shaky, thick.
"Like he'd think fucking was worth dying? Did you even know Corey?"
"What are you saying?"
"I say bullshit. Who cleaned the mess? Is that fucking Latin?"
"I did. It is."
Ice trickled through my veins.

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  1. OMG...I want to know more! nice job, Lee!

  2. Oh wow!! love it!! a dark story for a bright pic!

  3. well shit Lee. That was great.

  4. I want to know what is says! You've got me on the edge of my seat with this one, Lee. Great one! :)

  5. Oh, that one left me with chills. Nice work. :D

  6. Great post Lee. Definitely had me on the edge of my seat.

  7. Ooooh...I've got goosebumps now! This is a terrific FFF but yeah - I kinda need to know more! *hugs my muse*

  8. That was wonderful kind Sir. You left me wanting more!

  9. OOh, heavy! l didn't even notice the guy lying down! lol!

  10. how fun! well done as usual. and thanks for your kind words on Good reads for Turkish Delights.

  11. Oh, now I really what to know what happened to him. I see keeping us in suspense is a really good torture technique for you...LOL. Have you been taking lessons from Hank?

  12. Great FFF! I love the ending and want to know who wrote the Latin and what it means . . .


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