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Flash Fiction: Surfboard

Black and purple streaks ran down the sides of the car showcasing the names of those that had fallen. Irving called his superiors for instructions and directions to his next location. A beach sounded ideal but he knew that the luxury of spending time on a surfboard would not be his.

Why are black and purple strips being used? Who is Irving and who does he work for? Why won't he be able to surf?


The word is surfboard and this post comes in 51 of the 75 word limit set by M3 for this quarters flash in the pan series.

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