Flash Fiction: Date With Destiny

“I know I messed up, but she was gonna die anyway.”
“In two hours. At the mall. You slammed her Porsche into a wall instead. That changes everything.”
“So how do we fix it?”
“I’ll bring her back. You’ll walk her into that store and in front of that bullet. Now go find her head.”


  1. WeREwOLf, January 4, 2008:

    Badass. Yet another flash-fic that’s begging to be made into an actual story.

  2. Kragon, January 4, 2008:

    Nice, really nice. I like it. ;)

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