Flash Fiction

Message Sent

Chase woke up to two missed calls and seven texts. They were all from his ex Logan, their breakup was fresh and she was devastated.

“Plz talk to me”

“U hurt me”

“I love u”

“I miss u”

“I hate u”

“Pick up!”

“Check the door.”

He scanned the texts and rolled his eyes, the last one caught him off-guard. He cautiously opened his front door to see rose petals lying on the ground. He picked one up and then another to take a closer look. Moist in his hands, not roses at all, were pieces of her shattered heart.


Masters of Writing Flash Fiction Challenge “Hurt”

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