Flash fiction, or really short stories of less than 1000 words . . . some love it; some hate it. Either way, it’s an interesting way of getting the most info in the least amount of words. For instance, Ernest Hemingway wrote, “For sale: Baby shoes, never worn.” Another is one I wrote just for something to do.
I had just parked my car in the only slot I could find at the local Wally-World, when a voice from the past said, “Hi, Junior.”
I knew that voice. In the first place, my name wasn’t “Junior”, and second, this was one person I did not want to see.
I turned around to face him and said, “Long time no see, Chuck.
“I just wanted to let you know you’re off the hook, Junior. Mom found the ring she thought you stole, and told me to tell you all is forgiven. She wants you to come over for dinner sometime…said to bring the wife and kids.”
“Okay, Chuck, tell Mom I’ll think about it. Better yet, tell her to call and apologize to me, my wife, and my kids. Then we might be a whole family again. She’s the one that needs to get the ball rolling, not you. And you know Mom.”
“Yeah…that I do, Junior…that I do.” My brother gave me a quick smile, turned and walked away.
I walked towards Wally-World, shoulders slumped, wondering if she would call.
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