He awoke in Paradise and as he scrambled to his feet he realised he was free of pain for the first time in twenty years. He jumped and ran and laughed. The beauty of his surroundings suffused his soul with joy.
'Ah, Death, where is your sting?' he cried.
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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...
