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Flash Fiction: Mad

Confusion clouded her mind. She was mad, but not at him. He was the one thing she wanted and it scared the hell out of her. She was tired of trying to figure out what she wanted and he refused to tell her what he wanted. Maybe a bit of brutal honesty was in order. It was time to force his hand.

Why is she confused? Why does wanting him scare her? What is he hiding?

The word is mad and this post comes in at 62 of the 75 word limit. Visit M3 for official rules and word list for the disturbed theme of the next edition of flash in the pan. Remember the first edition is always free in the free book bin at Redmund Productions. Thank you for sharing this post with the hashtags #flashfiction and #flashinthepan.

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Unknown said…
I have enjoyed reading this one too my friend,
you have a wonderful way of writing and I will
call again soon to read more of your work :)

Have a most delightful evening Laurie :)

Andro xx
November 8, 2013 at 3:40 PM
Laurie said…
So far my evening if very delightful, hope you have a delightful evening as well.
November 8, 2013 at 6:39 PM
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