Flash Fiction: My First Attempt

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Flash Fiction: My First Attempt

Before I set out on the mammoth task of writing a novel, I thought I should start with something small to get the gears moving again. With all this commotion surrounding flash fiction, I thought I would throw my hat in the ring.

“Oh, no. No. No, no, no, NO!”It’s all over; I know it is.I wasn’t even meaning to, it just happened; my finger slipping and pressing send. My head is a whirl – I’d divulged too much; sensitive information told in confidence flowed from my fingers without forethought.

My heart slams against its cage as blood rushes from my gut as it twists into a knot. It roars upward through my skull, my vision turns red, then black and the hammering in my head begins to rattle my brain. Gravity takes hold, sucking it back down to the soles of my feet, setting them in stone. My body frozen while my brain switches to overdrive – calculating all possible actions that could be taken to prevent a disaster.

Excuses, espionage and even sabotage are possible solutions. None plausible, but given the dire nature of the situation, definitely suitable. Pacing back and forth, plotting the next move, a bell chime fractures my concentration. Switching my focus back to the screen, I notice the familiar bubble. Scrambling, I deliberately click to open up the message –

This is an automatically generated Delivery Status Notification.

Delivery to the following recipients failed.
My mind goes blank, legs buckle as I collapse. Crisis averted.
 

Might have to check the tenses, but my brain is hurting now, hopefully I’ve picked up on most of them.

Submeg

writing, my writing

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