Flash Fiction #210 – Letting it All Out

The pain cut through Elana like a knife.

In fact, had she eaten glass?

What was in that sandwich?

She couldn’t die in this office!

Grabbing her side, she stood. “I quit you twat! And your breath does smell like cheese!”

She got a lot done in her final minutes.

Broke up with a boring boyfriend.

Told her bank they could “suck her cock”.

Informed her brother his fiance was boogering the postman.

Confessed to her priest that she had been the one pilfering the sacramental wine.

“Oh, take me God,” she said.

Instead, she tooted.

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