Today’s post is another 100 word story I wrote for Janet Reid’s flash fiction contest this past weekend. (http://jetreidliterary.blogspot.com/2016/05/may-we-have-writing-contest.html) I didn’t like this post as much as last week’s but I did get an honorable mention for best first line(s)!
My best friend shot me today. I guess maybe I can’t blame him. Thankfully, he was quick about it. None of that emotional nonsense he usually carts along with his wheelbarrow of tears and snotty tissues.
I replay our brief conversation:
“Go ahead, if you’re so tough then,” I taunted.
“I should,” he bellowed. “You ratted me out to the cops!”
“Oh, boo-hoo. Now, you have to do some community —“
He’s too ignorant to know I did it to keep him out of the cemetery. That gang he was flirting with don’t much care for cry-babies.