The Heat of the Moment

Amar

What have you done? They put two and two together. They found out. You ran, hid, wore hats and dresses. Ridiculous. What for? What a waste of time. You should've run away. What have you done? Yes, you have killed them all, haven't you? That's what they'll say. And here you were, so full of myself. You answered their questions, all of their questions, and you can't even remember the answers anymore, you buffoon, thinking you could outsmart them all. What now? Now... Now you're in deep shit. But you've escaped once and you'll escape again. For how much longer?

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Over to You...

Franceportnawak

They sat in silence, the three of them, in a luxurious room that was not meant for them.

"We tried."

Outside, everyone scrambled to save themselves.

"Yes, we did."

The icy water didn't stop people from jumping.

"Why bother?"

"We could make it."

"You think?"

They laughed and held up their glasses filled with the best whiskey.

And they sat in silence again.

Suddenly, they heard a deafening noise.

Water. Lots of water.

They knew the end was near.

"Bottoms up, boys!"

"Over to you..." And they looked up. They had never believed in God.

Fear changes everything, doesn't it?

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Doubtful

 

Boudicca's

We looked at the letter, a small candle leading our doubts.

"He disappeared such a long time ago," my friend said.

I nodded and reread the letter.

"Maybe this is an old letter, written a long time ago," she insisted.

I nodded, my brain going over every detail. I knew he hadn't written the letter.

"Did you tell anyone?" she asked in a whisper.

I shook my head.

"Then I shall clear our names," she barked.

"Our names?" I asked, a grin on my face. "You mean... your name."

We had buried him that night.

But I wrote the letter.

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Some Might Say...

LEA 7

Some might say that nothing changed. The empty room was still empty. The beautiful view was still beautiful. The cranky neighbor was still cranky. When I asked the neighbor why you weren't picking up the phone, he shrugged. "But where did she go?" I asked and he walked away. I just stood there, in the middle of an empty room, looking at the beautiful view, wondering. I still had that photo we took together in Brazil, laughing like two lunatics, two happy lunatics. When I terminated the lease on the apartment, I noticed that B, drawn on the dusty kitchen counter.

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