An Afternoon Suicide Note| FLASH FICTION
Through the keyhole in his door, I saw a dangling, barefooted body. At once, I broke into the door where I found the shock of my life. A few yards away was his dangling body, a neat noose pinning his sagged neck to the motionless ceiling fan at the centre of the tiny room. A broken stool, which must have aided his suicide, sat somewhere beneath his hanging legs. A horrible spectacle it was.
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Before I turned to leave the room, however, my eyes fell on an A4 sized paper lying carelessly on the floor. Alas! It was a suicide note. It ran: Pray for my soul. I cannot stand the viral sex tape of my wife.
I collapsed.
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