A key, a whistle and a Post-it.

Crysta:

Check out this flash fiction piece!

Originally posted on chey being:

Flash Fiction Writing Challenge:

I sat at the table in our small hallway of a kitchen.  It’s the kind of table you’d find in a dusty diner somewhere off Highway 50.  A place time had long forgotten.  I was lost in thought for what seemed like hours until my eyes decided to focus across the room onto the cheap vinyl that was curling at the edges.  Even the floor was trying to escape this place.  I gently tapped the table with the key I had been gripping.  I swear I had a metallic taste in my mouth just from holding it.  My eyes wandered up the wall to watch the whistle on a string.  It was hanging on a nail and just barely swaying back and forth from the fan above.  The fan that had a thick layer of dust clinging for dear life on each tired blade.  The whistle…

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