Incomplete (Micro/Flash Fiction)


“You should–” Mrs. Basu is going to consult his client but she cannot as he gives her a smile.

“She needs the freedom, sister, freedom…I am giving her that…” He said into her ears before knocking the push-button of his Pierre Cardin on the table.

Let’s talk…let’s give us a chance… Tania heard her inner self, screaming at her.

He signed on the paper and push it to her. He has that slime hidden smiles on his lips and the eyes–they are covered by shade.

She took a deep breath, then, “can we…can…anoth…”

Her voice choke.




Posting in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers #112



PC Dawn M. Miller




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