FLASH FICTION: MARTHA’S BULLET

Martha’s bullet splintered ribs; cutting past my lungs. Swelling from her earlier kick stopped the slug reaching my spine. Not paralysed – I kicked her and she dropped. ‘I love you,’ I said, and we blacked-out, tied together by a black ribbon of blood. There were probably clues this was coming: a truth in a … Continue reading FLASH FICTION: MARTHA’S BULLET