Flash Fiction: Because I Could Not Stop

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“It’d be so nice to hear little footsteps, tramping along the boards of this drafty, old house. I’ve asked outright, but Barbara is too busy with her career,” said Esther.

“You don’t have to worry about Barbara anymore,” said Death.

“I’ve set two places at breakfast. I don’t know why I did that. Charlie’s been dead ten years now.”

Death reached out a black gloved hand and helped her up from the dining room chair. “It’s time to go. There is nothing more for you to do.”

“Easy for you to say,” said Esther. “I’ve got to wash these dishes.”

~100 words


9 thoughts on “Flash Fiction: Because I Could Not Stop

    1. Thanks, that means a lot. I did intentionally try to create that initial confusion, but maybe sometimes we ought to follow Kurt Vonnegut’s advice: “Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To hell with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.”

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      1. Ha ha. Who knows? For every piece of writing advice, there’s another saying the exact opposite. I think maybe you just have to do you.

        Like I said, it took me a few extra seconds, but I got there. And once I did, it gave me a small sense of accomplishment as well. Like I had figured out a puzzle or something.

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