Stories for Daily Flash Fiction Challenge. And DRABBLES. Just stories! |
Could you do me a favor? Sure, what's up? Could you help me with this corpse? It's lying in the garage, and your brother is visiting any minute. What the heck? What on earth did you do? Stop fussing, I didn't kill him, he was lying there when I entered just now. Who is it? I am not sure, he kinda looks familiar, but I can't place him. We have to call the police, dear. That's the right way to act in these circumstances. No, I won't have it. It won't look good on us in the neighborhood. Who cares? We have nothing to do with this. Are you sure? Granddad was in the house all this time; he might know who this is. Did you speak to Gramps? No, I just came into the house, I told you. Let's talk to Gramps first. Then we call the police. Gramps, Gramps, come over here, we are in the garage. Don't shout at me, I am here, what's the matter? Do you know who is lying on the floor? Oh, that's Bert. Who's Bert? Bert is my golf buddy. What's he doing dead on our garage floor? He just collapsed and fell, heart attack probably. There is an awful lot of blood. I might have pushed him a little. Oh, no.... What's the oh no? That's your brother in his car, I'm hearing. Oh, dear. Could you do me another favor? Yes. Close that garage door, please. WC: 247 |