The boy stands up, wipes a tear from his cheek, and tries again.
‘Leave her alone!’
The men look back at the child and one of them kicks him in the stomach, grinning, and turns back to the group standing over his mother. The boy stands up and tries again.
This story was written by…
Johann Thorsson is an Icelandic writer in his early thirties, currently working at a novel (aren’t they all?). He fears the daylight.
boy with a hat 
Your precise stories are an inspiration! [Smiles]
Regards,
-Naima.
Precise stories! Now that’s a good compliment. 🙂
I like your work [Smiles]
-Naima.
A collaboration between two of my recent favorites…
Is there more to come?
We’ll see about that. 🙂
Great flash fiction well done! 🙂
Thanks! 🙂
Buzzing, bloody terrifying stuff, Loving this series.
Thanks for reading, glad to see my stuff fit in well with Vincent’s
Beautiful writing!
Thanks! You flatterer, you.
Yes, yes, she is a flatterer. I can testify to that!
You have me craving for more.
I can’t find my gift?
It has been delivered to your front door. It should be there.
PS: I forgot to mention that its usage might prove inconvenient, because of its invisibility!
There it is now. Thanks so much.
All is well.
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