Sun
Sep
23
Flash Fiction 1
“Do you…do you…”
“Do I what?”
“Do you love…”
“Love who?”
“Love…”
“Damn it, just say it already!”
“Do you love me, you bastard?!”
“Love you! Of course I do!”
“Oh, you only use me! Don’t think I haven’t seen you looking at those whores on the side of the rode!”
“Whores! Why you-“
“They always stand there, showing off everything!”
“So you think I’ve been looking at them, do you?”
“I know you have!”
The man threw the map out the window and noted the exit sign.
