Inference
History by Text Message - what could go wrong?
The ping echoed in the darkness. The man rolled over, pawing for his mobile on the nightstand.
‘Come to Dallas. Shoot Oswald. Big $’
Past due rent. Bare refrigerator. He sighed, got dressed. He stuffed what he needed in the backpack, leaving the Nikon on the dining room table.
History, misunderstood.
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Very nice, read mine too https://vocal.media/fiction/inter-miami-g71ac0fen
Oh this is brilliant! Microfiction mastery right here ❣️
Not sure how I missed this. Thanks to Rick for linking it on Vocal+ I found it. Very creative and huge props on the miniscule word count!!! Loved the awesome, jolting twist!
Wow!!! this is powerful. That's all I can say. I am left with my mouth open!!! Excellent work!!!
Oh damn! That was so freaking good. What a creative take on this challenge. Loved it :)
Wow, that was just...intense. Well done, Ms. Stewart!
LOL! Loved this twist at the end!
Whoa! Phenomenal piece!
Wow!! Such a brilliant idea...only 72 words, maybe? This is so impressive! 😍 Love this :)
Lol, wrong 'shoot' buddy! This was so brilliant!
ooooh I love this!
Very clever, and in so few words!
Hmm.
I love the Twist😉❤️❗
Fabulous!!! Left some love!!!
Now that's an interesting way to manufacture a twist. Clever, Dana!