flash fiction – Page 3 – High Urban Fantasy Jazz

Talking to the Dead

Hard to know where to go when you don’t even know you should go there.

Time to open the windows, drag out the flammables, and get to work.

Sometimes a perfectly rational conversation about chocolate gets derailed by morons and more morons.

It sounds easy. It is not.

The end, or so they thought.

There were never such devoted sisters.

Sometimes we must help ourselves.

We willingly trap ourselves with strangers every day.

Lots of screaming in these dramatic ends, too.

Dramatic endings usually include a lot of running.