Twittering Tale: Raindrops

Check the the prequels here:

Part 1: Twittering Tale: Statues

Part 2: Flash Fiction: Nice Neighborhood


He sat by the window, staring aimlessly at the raindrops hitting the glass.

An empty bottle of rum lay by his side. His fingers clutched his heavy gun, waiting to pull the trigger at the slightest alarm. He was knocked out of his stupor by the ringing phone.

“Perseus, Code Red.”

(Read the sequel here – Flash Fiction: Briefing)


Character Count: 279

Prompt:

Twittering Tale #95 โ€“ Raindrops on Glass โ€“ 31 July 2018

26 comments

      1. Awesome! Can I make a request? Maybe send someone over? I’d like to see them in a tutu and standing on one for like a true ballerina. I think that would really class up my front yard.

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