Friday, January 20, 2017

Flash Fiction Red Dice

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This prompt is from Alison. 50 words or less flash fiction.

The dice weren't lucky after all. As Mike plunged past the fifteenth floor at nine point eight meters per second squared, he finally understood why they were blood red.
He wouldn’t survive, but he could still save his soul. 
He opened his hand and let the dice go.

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