'Where is it?' the burglar demanded, grabbing the boy by the neck.
'The cellar,' the child squeaked.
The man dashed down into the storage room.
The boy slammed the door and bolted it.
'I meant the salt cellar, you idiot!' and he pulled a gold key from among the grains.
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Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
