Everyone was dead. All his friends, his horse, even the fearless
general lay in a pool of his own blood. Mark Sheldon wasn't far from
it himself a shot to his upper thigh. He was bound to bleed out
sooner or later. It was all too much, to top it all off there was a
scavenger moving among the dead. Grabbing rifles and picking
pockets. Mark wouldn't stand for it. Wearily aiming his gun he got
the plum shaped man in his sights and fired. Like a sack of potatoes
the vulture went down.
The man let out such a wail. Not
wanting to have to deal with the noise Mark moved closer to finish
the job, every step more painful than the last. Within feet of the
man Mark raised his pistol.
“No! Wait you don't understand. They
didn't need them anymore. They are long dead!”
Mark spat. Long dead, just five minutes
ago Leopold had smiled at him as he took his last breath.
“Scum.”
“They are priceless, I just couldn't
bare to see them rot.”
The more the man spoke the harder it
became for Mark to pull the trigger. Closing his eyes the thought of the
man pick pocketing his corpse coming to mind.
“Here I will show you...” the man
had a card in his hand.
There was a loud crack.
Fearing dark omens for not honouring
the dead man's wish Mark leaned over and picked up the bloodied card.
It read:
Tim's Time Travelling Antiques Store.
What a curveball ending - totally unexpected!
ReplyDeleteWow, what a zinger!
ReplyDeleteOh time traveling antiques dealer? That's different!
ReplyDeleteHey Craig. Thanks for the review of Not One Among Them Whole at Goodreads. Much appreciated. This little flash fiction piece was ok. I have to admit I saw the end coming—not especially original I am afraid.
ReplyDeleteI am glad my writing inspired you to write it though. Keep on writing.
@Storytreasury wrote my comment first!
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