Monday's Fiction in 58

It’s Monday, time for a Fiction in 58.

Reunion
The note was scribbled on a piece of notebook paper, college rule, the light blue lines just a suggestion for the scrawl. She folded it in halfs, until it was a snug package.
She dropped it in her clutch, along with the .38 missing its serial number.
He could wait.
She could wait, too, until her bruises faded.

Comments

J.C. said…
You're a flash fiction master. All there is to it.
Dee Martin said…
good stuff.

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