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I believe I just wrote my first flash fiction!

Day 27

30 day/30 minute writing practice

“He drove himself off a bridge,” Janice hears her mom say.

Then silence like church before, “Ok yes yes I better get going too.”

Janice drops onto the last stair and hears soft crack of phone on table, click of a lighter, a deep raspy inhale. Starry particles in sunlit smoke bending around corners.   

 “Janice is that you?”  

‘Yes, and who drove himself off a bridge?”

“No one.”

“No one. No one. No one,” Janice sings while stepping into the kitchen.

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