(100-word flash fiction)
He fell from the 10th floor balcony, free- falling onto Mother Earth like a home-coming son.
At exactly the same time, on the 5th floor, Bill pulled out a gun and fired. Luckily for Ben he had quicksilver reflexes. The bullet whizzed past his ear sailing through the open window, hitting the totally unexpected falling body passing outside. Even Bill was horrified at the soft thunk.
They couldn’t decide if the fall killed him or the bullet. Or if he was already dead when he fell?
The case was closed without concluding if it was suicide or murder or accident.
So much death in the news, can’t escape it. I fear I might get unsensitised. Rochelle, you’re doing a great job bringing us all together for Friday Fictioneers. A big thank you to you ♥
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