On Main Street, Richard found Miss Information giving the wrong directions to tourists. He watched her for five minutes.
: “Make a wood engraving. It’ll last longer,” she said.
: “No thanks. Just thinking: a girl like you will never get married,” he said. “You’d lose that clever name.”
: “Well, aren’t you just an asshole.”
: “I’m a Dick actually,” Richard said. “I’ll be frank right now though. Miss Know-It-All sent me. She’s sick of your lies.” He shot and killed Miss Information right then. The next target: Jack Shit. He’d be hard to find though. Nobody knew him.
― flash fiction | Tommy Tung ―
― art | Edward Minister and Son ―
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