Four 40 Word Stories

19 04 2007

Looking deeply into his widening eyes, she told him “goodbye,” forgetting the bruises, caused and forming. Rain falls, a gunshot. She takes a few more steps, smiling weakly – he did not have a blank inside the barrel that time.

Venice was not for business. He looked at his wife, admitting to nothing about beautiful Jane, informing the Mrs. instead that the contract went through successfully. She laughed, seeing through his lies easily enough, and remembering Venice as “Jane.”

It was easy enough to wait an eternity for her. Her performance had just finished to great applause, and I was backstage with red roses after years of friendship bordering on romance. She finally came forth and introduced me to “Michael.”



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