The corpse, stretched out on its back on the kitchen floor, twitched.
“Seeing things,” said the detective, rubbing at weary eyes. She turned away to examine the pattern of blood spatters on the tiled walls.
When she turned back the corpse was sitting upright.
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“Sir? We’ve just received intel that suggests the enemy will be conducting a major strike at any moment.”
“What kind of strike?”
“Like nothing we’ve ever seen before. Sort of a… complete elimination, I suppose. The destruction of everything we’ve ever known.”
“Will you stop blabbering and get to the point. What are they planning?”
“They’re going to remove the carpets, sir.” Continue reading “War | Flash Fiction”