'Do you have something to tell me?' May asked her small daughter. 'About a broken cup?'
'I told Bumpy to confess cos you say that's good for your soul, but he wouldn't. Now he's going to hell.'
'Where did you hear that?'
'Daddy. He said it when he broke your car—oops!'
YOU ARE READING
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...
