They fired questions at me in quick succession–'Can anyone verify your alibi?' 'Where did you hide the weapon?'–until my protestations of innocence faded. My mind shut down.
'You've broken her,' said my lawyer.
'What's wrong with her?'
'She has a trick brain.'
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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...
