Flash Fiction: To Settle a Bet
No more suggestion Sunday, but instead an flash fiction / poem thing.
Good evening all! Yes, it’s not a suggestion Sunday on a Monday, because:
- I didn’t get any suggestions
- Writing something brand new in one go on Sunday night was always destined to fail.
So, instead, I present something I’ve been working on here and there. It started out as a poem, but on writing this post it evolved into something a little different. Now I’m not sure what it is, but I think I like it.
If you like it, please shout about it - I’d appreciate a tweet or equivalent.
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To Settle a Bet (Flash Fiction)
Congratulations. You have discovered a note I entombed when Joe and I rebuilt this wall. Is a note a note unless it is read? Although now it is read. Or at least, it is if you're reading it.
If it's still in the wall then it's not a note. It's debris. Odd. How long has it been, since two-thousand sixteen?
Joe thinks this is a waste of time. He doesn't think people will read these silly words. He's bet me twenty that no one ever will. Yet here you are. Note in hand. Joe is wrong. On the back of the note is Joe's email.
So, please settle our bet. If email is still a thing, do send something to him. Tell him you found my note and it made you smile.
Tell him he owes me twenty. And if you could - - tell him that I'm sorry I'm about to run off with his wife.
And in fact.
Tell him he can keep the twenty.
Oh. Poor Joe.
Anyway, let’s hope it’s a happy ending. Maybe the note isn’t read until 2089 when everyone’s dead.
Who knows.
Anyway.
Until next time!
