The Tuner
I caressed her body, feeling her perfect curves.
She was flawless.
Perfectly bronzed skin, smooth to my touch.
I opened her up, and gazed at her perfect ivory nails.
Touched her 88 times, she made many beautiful sounds.
Perfection.
Except for that C, which is so hard to tune.
Captivity
It stared at me.
Those tiny eyes.
Unforgettable.
Its eyes begged me to spare its life.
Sadly, that wasn't part of my job description.
I took out my gun, and loaded it.
Bang!
I put it in my truck.
It wrote "To the Singapore Zoo"
A Conversation
"How was your life?"
"Fine, but very boring."
"I lived on the edge."
"Lucky you."
"Don't worry, we will get another chance."
"Met Peter yet, he said that i am going to heaven."
"Nah, i don't dare. i sinned too much."
The mortician made him point his middle finger.
Laughter filled the mort.
This is one of my first tries doing Flash Fiction.
ReplyDeleteplease appreciate the flaws
Ok. The first one was adapted? Er the second one looks kinda interesting. The last one. Hm Middle Finger.
ReplyDeleteThe tuner is an amalgamation of a number we read in class. It's good. Captivity, the only word that throws me off is "It" wrote... Not sure who it is. Maybe it should read It "read."?? And your last one, a wicked, macabre sense of gallow's humour. I liked it!
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