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My Name’s Annie – Friday Fictioneer’s

If you’re reading this my name’s Annie.

If you’re reading this then I guess the worst has already happened.

Maybe not. Maybe it’s 50 years from now and you’re in the woods with a metal detector and by some miracle the little clasp on this plastic bound kiddie journal hasn’t rotted off yet.

Most likely you’re mom and dad, in the middle of my room, surrounded by pink bunnies and blue gnomes … I always said I was too old for those.

If you’re reading this, my name’s Annie and I’m a good kid … I killed that boy because I had to.

dawn-in-montrealPHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for putting together Friday Fictioneers every week.

Word Count: 100

Author:

Letters from inside my head

23 thoughts on “My Name’s Annie – Friday Fictioneer’s

  1. This is one of those flash fictions that leave you racing around for an explanation. The diary has been found, else we would not be reading this. Annie is either on the run or already dead from what we don’t know. But it is clear her plight is not understood.
    Great story.

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