Flash Fiction: A Friend in Need

Donny was always in trouble. He dreamed big. Like his nose, those dreams were broken time and time again but his spirit remained intact. That was one of the things I liked about my friend. He always bounced back, calling it a minor setback. This time was different. He was in deep with the wrong people. They would make a very messy example of him. Donny deserved better than that. It took me fifteen minutes to get to his house. Three minutes later, his troubles were over. They’ll find his body in the morning.


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