The second Flash-Fiction

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Flash-Fiction usualy ends abruptly and it leaves questions, kind of like the end of inseption. Damn it was a good movie.

This is my second Flash-Fiction.

Leaving

It was past midnight. He was late. He always was.

I heard footsteps.

'Do you have it?'

'No.'

'What?'

'I'm out.'

I got up and left.

His breathing changed.

I was at the door.

'You don't just "leave"'

'Watch me.'

I was out the door.

I was going to pay.

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