Flash Fiction – Will I Make It Out Alive?

Will I Make It Out Alive?

My stomach was making that borborygmus sound again. I was worried that they would find my hiding place. It was unequivocal that my chances of survival were slim. This whole unprepossessing mess started last night when the bombs went off in my neighborhood. Now they were so close I could hear their burnished shoes making their way to my room. I held my breath when I heard the footsteps stop in front of my closet. I knew I was a goner. Just as his hand touched the door, I heard mom yell, “Wake up! It is time for school.”


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