Microfiction: We

I can’t trust it. I can’t take that risk. It’s come too close before. Once my date says she needs to go use the restroom, I already know it’s over for her. The door closes behind her and I’m up.  My silverware clatters and my chair falls over. It’s a subtle noise on carpeted floor, but it’s enough.

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Microfiction: One Of These Men Isn’t Human

“Did you see what that thing did to Charles? No one leaves this room! It could be anywhere!” The man shouted, holding a laser rifle in his hands.

The other three looked at each other. One slicked back his hair, before holding up a placating gesture.

“Okay…okay, look…put that down. We should be safe in here.” Continue reading