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Red For Danger

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How did Michael decide what should stay and what should go?

They'd picked the sofa together, the stereo, the dining table. Every item discussed, fought over, every choice a compromise so that nothing in the flat was really Michael's taste or Con's, but that of "Michael 'n' Con", an entity murdered by boredom and a million tiny irritations.

Some things he would dispose of - the yoga mat, the hand-knit throw, the rose bought for their anniversary but never given. All red, the symbol of love and danger.

Con's favourite colour.

Was that another warning sign Michael had ignored?


This post was written for the Friday Fictioneers flash fiction prompt which is run by the incomparable Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. One story, one hundred words - come and have a go if you think you're hard enough.

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