They Look Like Strangers

Posted: March 9, 2017 by J.A. Prentice in Flash Fiction
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She leans her back against the fence, green hood pulled low over tightly-woven braids, and whispers, “The number?”

Giving no sign that he’s seen her, he replies, “Oh-Nine-Oh-Seven-Two,” and then walks past, as if on an afternoon stroll.

With a small, fleeting smile on her dark lips, she slips away, saying nothing more, trusting his number as she trusted the sun to rise in the morning.


This is for Three Line Tales. Thanks to Sonya for running the challenge and Jake Oates for the prompt photo!

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Comments
  1. ellenbest24 says:

    Ooohh mystery and intrigue… the number to a post box? A pin to a stolen card? The number for winning a lottery passed on from a time lord!

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  2. I like the mystery too. You’ve set up a real intrigue here 🙂

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  3. wow! That calls for more read. Nicely done! 🙂

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  4. My brain keeps wandering towards a few dystopian theories with this one.. I guess I want to read dystopian right now haha. I love the mystery surrounding this and the endless possibilities!

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  5. […] They Look Like Strangers by JA Prentice – I love fiction that makes the reader do a lot of the work and these three lines throw open all manner of possibilities. […]

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