Cal looked at Mick. 'The President's insane! He's trying to take over the whole galaxy!'
Mick pointed at the red button he'd linked to explosives on the President's ship. 'You or me? I blew up the space station. Didn't mean to, but this time—'
Cal nodded. 'My turn.'
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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...
