Cal, white-faced, stared at the space station debris. 'We are so dead, Mick!'
'No we're not; we were far enough away!'
'Fool!'
'And there's a silver lining: the President wasn't on station.'
'Seriously? Everyone'll say he had all the galaxy leaders assassinated!'
'Oh.'
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Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
