They were just driving down the street on a rainy night when they slowed down for a stranger stuck in the rain. Being a nice person they let the rain soaked person into their car. The beginning of the drive was quiet before the driver decided to make small talk to the stranger who soon became less of a stranger. The two talked about the weather, the news, then their hopes and dreams. Before they knew it they had reached the rain soaked person's stop. The rain soaked person and the driver said their goodbyes yet the driver was not ready to part way but they never let it past their lips. Soon the driver was back driving home. After a few days the driver was driving again and heard talk of the dead on the side of the road. They asked a fellow "Who died?" The fellow showed a picture of the victim. The photo was familiar. "They died a month or two ago." And with that the driver drove away and tried the same road again. The news had another picture of the dead not too long later.
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Random Flash Fiction
CasualeHeres some random flash fiction I write because why not. Use if you want as prompts or just read just credit if you do decided to publish. Also warning, I barely edit these so theres bound to be some mistakes.
