This week I’m doing some flash fiction scenes. Hope you
enjoy and your imagination soars when you read.
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Unedited Flash
Fiction Scene
M/M Content alluded
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His long, pointed fingers curled as he tapped the wooden arm
chair. He wasn’t keen on waiting, but . . . no choice. In that building he had
little to no control. He was not the top dog. Soon as he entered the basement
of Demon Headquarters he answered to . . . He wasn’t even allowed to say the
man’s name. He ran a tighter shift than he did. There were only one or two
other people he held so much control over his domain as him, and . . . no name
man was ten time worse than him in the control department. No one smiled in his
building. No one whispered to one another. They kept their heads down and saw
nothing. They simply sat there and did there job. If it included talking then
they did so in a softer than a whisper tone. The secretary had been so quiet
that he all most did not hear her. He thought his office ran smoothly and some of
the workers described his iron-fist control overboard, but they would think they
had it made if they worked for . . .
“Davon,” a tall straight back man came out of the office
with his hand extended. “Been a long time, old fried.”
Not long enough. It was never good to be called to . . .
When . . . you’d screwed up in some way. Problem was, he had not done anything
out of the norm for him, and he ensured that he stayed off of . . . radar.
“No hand shake for an old friend?”
Right. Do not offend him. Smile and get to the bottom of his
visit request then get the hell out of there. “Hope you are well.”
“I’m fine.”
Davon nodded and moved through the open door as . . .
motioned for him to enter his office. Time to face the music.
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