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The object is to write a short flash fiction story, 100 - 450 words in length and spin it anyway you like, but … you must pick any two of the following characters only: Chet, Dave, April, Melissa, Mark or Myra … then choose one of these settings: city park, restaurant, living room or bedroom … then choose a weapon: gun, knife, rope, hammer … set the scene, act out the stage. You are the director and the star. You have the names, the places and the weapons … tell us what happens.
Please, make sure you tag me as follows: @Danceinsilence ... in the comment box and not on the piece itself, since I will be picking the winner, failure to do so will disqualify you from potentially winning.

When Love & Agony Collide

It was midnight when Melissa showed up at Goldie’s, All-Night Eatery. She had a call from Myra, and she sounded insistent that she be at Goldie’s. Melissa could tell by Myra’s voice something had happened, but what?

Stepping inside Goldie’s, she saw Myra sitting in the far side to her left. She went over to the table and sat across from her.

“Girl, you look like a train wreck. What’s going on?”

Myra opened her purse, spun it around where Melissa had a good look at a gun inside.

“What the he—is that a gun?”

“Yes. I used it tonight on Mark.”

This shook Melissa. “Mark! You mean you….”

“He’s, yes, he’s dead.”

“But, but, why?”

Myra spun the purse around and reached inside for the gun.

“I think you know, Melissa. Mark and I were an item until a week ago. Then I found out you and him, were seeing each other. And that was all it took. I took my gun I use for self-protection at home, loaded it, went to his apartment and shot him four times.”

The look of shock and disbelief was all over Melissa’s face.

“Myra, I, we, I mean,”

“Shut up and do what I tell you. Get up and go to your car. I’ll be right behind you so don’t try anything stupid.”

Nervously, Melissa made her way out of Goldie’s until she was by the driver’s side door of her Mazda.

Turning she looked at Myra and asked, “Now what?”

“This.”

Myra fired the last two bullets from her gun catching Melissa twice in the chest. Melissa flew backward hard into the car and slumped to the graveled parking lot.

Myra, exhaled, putting the gun away and casually walked over to her car, got behind the wheel and drove back to her apartment.

Once there, she stripped down, took a long hot shower, dried off, put on a robe, then went about to clean her gun and put it away.

She knew the police may find out it was her that killed Mark and Melissa, but she didn’t care. She had just killed her former boyfriend and what she thought was her best friend in the whole world.

A thought crossed her mind and she retrieved the gun once more and loaded a single bullet and cocked the hammer.

Looking out at the city’s night landscape, tears running down her face, she raised the gun to her temple and squeezed the trigger.

… and the night never felt a thing.

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