My collection of free short stories. Because nothing else in life is free.

Victim 353 – Flash Fiction

It loomed. Whatever it was, just hung there in the sky – breathing, looming.

“Excuse me?” The man hunched below in his long coat, pulled his hands out of his pockets. His body shook with guilt because lingering freshly in his mind was his recent murder along with the dark sooted blood that remained beneath his fingernails. And so the looming man dropped out of the sky and deep into guilt’s veins.


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