A Short, Short Story – Page 20

I Forgot Everything

We were told to die rather than get captured and they said it with all the sincerity of a man with a gun to his head.

We Lose and We Win

Lydia Ink A Short, Short Story / Short Fiction / Writing

I was coming down off a serious high, and the police brought me into the drunk tank. It was a busy night and my howling while being raped by a female gorilla (yes, women rape other women) didn’t bring anyone to my rescue. Bruised and bloody in the morning and feeling sick the authorities discovered I was underage and with an abject apology tucked me into an upper scale dry-out clinic.