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Micro fiction - A Story In 99 Words

The Hitch-hiker

I’m on the roadside in the rain and finally somebody stops.

“Hop in.”  A kind face says.

We make small talk, then the local news cuts into our conversation.  Three people have been found shot dead in a house just two miles from where he picked me up.

“There’s some nasty people out there, you be careful hitching rides.”

“I am.” I say.  

Little does he know that I am the worst of them all.  I look down at my skirt and see several small splashes of blood.  I tuck the fabric between my knees and change the subject.


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