The following was written in response to the 48th Challenge for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers for the Week of 01-12 through 01-18-2016.
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The Last Game
“Let’s play — Could be our last game.”
That was David, always so dramatic. I watched him walk deliberately over to the pool table. After high school he joined the Air Force like his old man. He had already made 2nd Liuetenant. I had my Associate’s of Science degree. I walked over to him.
“I asked Marge to marry me.”
I blinked. He skillfully broke the balls. I blinked again. I pulled him by the neck and I kissed him. He kissed me back. Then he pulled away.
“I’m going to marry Marge.”
He patted me on the back and handed me a cue stick. We played in silence.
Two days later he would be shipped overseas to fight in The War for the Greater Good.
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