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She dropped the shotgun on the bed

Welcome to Wednesday’s flash fiction wherein I write, as part of a group, a flash fiction based on the same short prompt and post the story. Here’s my contribution.

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Kelsey didn’t feel the chill proceeding him. He was just there, silent, robes disturbed by an unknowable breeze. She dropped the shotgun on the bed, crossing her arms.

“Nettie’s gun.” Her gram’s name shivered into her, felt more than heard. “You’re why she surrendered. I’d wondered. . . after all those years. . .”

“You’re not take me?” Kelsey asked.

Reached a skeletal hand, he pulled over her desk chair. “Not this night. What shall we discuss?”

“Discuss?”

She could feel him grinning under his hood. “Bar my path, still I am called to you. We’ll have many nights together.”

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