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No Laughing Matter
“Pete’s an asshole. Always thought it. Couldn’t never do nothin’ about it ‘til yesterday. Damn wilderness hike was his idea. But I heard the weather warning...
Wanna hear a joke? ‘Before you criticise a man, walk a mile in his boots. That way you’ll be a mile away, and you’ll have his boots’.”
He smiled, cold as a winter kiss.
“That gave me the idea. See, with no boots, Pete’d stay with the tent. Diabetics are real scared about injured feet... so when the storm surge hit that canyon, well...
Sorry Officer. I meant to say Pete was an asshole.”
This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields' Friday Fictioneers Flash Fiction challenge