She brings that potent moonshine she always bragged could raise the dead and we drink together, recalling our most audacious heists. She’s endlessly fishing, but I’m evasive; once she knows where the money’s hidden she won’t return, whatever she says.
She leaves dissatisfied. And I crawl back into my grave.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
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Nice twist!
Amazingly creative.
Simply one of the best 50 word stories.
Brilliant twist, loved how it was constructed
That last line was a masterful twist! Loved it!