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He Has Gone

I wondered why he had arrived, without calling first. With pale face and cold smiling expression.
“Goodbye, Jasmine!” And then he just walked away.
“Bram..!” I called out to him, but he just kept walking off into the dark night.
I’d heard he was already dead from his motorcycle crash. Shocked, stunned, relieved… I wept.
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Hi enjoyed this, not up on all the writing terms but is this what is called flash fiction? great read x
Hi there....
Yes it is my flash fiction, I love to write short fiction stories or flash fiction stories, thank you Susan :)