She thumbed through the yearbook until she found his face. Circling it with a red sharpie, she remembered a time she’d do the same to her friends, her crushes. Harmless pre-summer fun.
“Detective?”
“Confirmed. John Tellbuck. Senior.”
John’s white, blank face offered no confirmation.
“Come on. There's more to ID.”
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A/N:
Written for a microfiction submission where the prompt was to write a fifty word story focused on a circle. Alas, I was not selected.
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Matthew J. Fromm
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Comments (4)
Could feel my stomach drop as it sunk in. Well done
This took a second to sink in what was happening. The subtle reveal made the emotion of my realization even more chilling. Very nicely done. Too bad I wasn't the one doing the selecting.
Wait for my next challenge. This is ace considering the prompt
This is in its brevity.