Imorbid's A Hint of Flash Fiction

"Brevity is the breath of prose"

She stood by the river's edge as she did every morning. Watching her life flow by. The next morning the river flowed past no one.

I had flowers and a note delivered to her desk by my unsuspecting boyfriend. The note read: Tonight baby, text me.

Two s tranded on a deserted island with a single coconut. I had no choice. I picked up a rock and cracked open his coconut.

At sixteen they lost their virginity in the back seat of his Pinto. That very instant they lost their lives parked on the train tracks.

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