He’s really enjoying the flash fiction…but only if he can do it in under 5 minutes. He likes the time pressure

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Her fingers chewed to ragged nubs, the woman in the trendy shoes and dated glasses had no choice but to frantically mash her palm against the phone and pray she dialed 911.

Beep – 9. “Thank you, Lord,” she whispered.

Beep – 1. She exhaled.

Beep – 6. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, mixed with her blood and spilled to the stain-splattered sidewalk.

The man with the wrinkled khakis, crooked smile, and blood soaked lips appeared before her. He tilted his head, smiled, and opened and closed his hand with a child-like wave.

“Hello again,” he purred. “I like you.”