While I was writing my flasher stories, I wanted to experiment with writing stories as short as possible. It’s a great way to practice story telling. I figured a play-on-words was a nice place to start, even if this particular phrase is a tad overused on social media. And this definitely ended up being one of the shortest stories in my unpublished collection.
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I may have taken things too far.
When she called me a slut, that brought up a lot of a lot of past traumas and… Well, I’m out of bleach again and there’s a fresh grave in the backyard. Going to need to buy more flowers to cover that one. I might try roses this time. I’m not really liking the azaleas.
The more I think about it, the more I’m starting to realize I might have misinterpreted her question.
Either way, I guess 18 is kind of a lot.
Sorry, 19.
