Too Late

Outside in the rain, it was hard to hear what she was trying to say. It was coming down hard on the gutter pipes, banging off of the metal. It wasn’t until the truck flew by, taking her with it, that he realized she was shouting, “I love you!”

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Flash Fiction for a Stormy Night | by Julie Blue June 2, 20149:44 pm Reply

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