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She had joined the group for secret reasons.

Because John started drinking in the shower again. Because she felt like the music brought her children back, for just a moment.  Because she was old and the songs were even older, and she was part of the story now, would never die.

Now it was the final performance. The rent was up. They sat in their circle and played Red River Valley again, her favorite. She sang from all the locked compartments of her heart then packed up and went home.

But now the new life would begin. She loaded the revolver.
©2009 ~spence137
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We had to write flash fiction for class. Exactly 101 words. This was my first attempt. I'm not sure if it's what I'll turn in, but I'd like to say that Flash Fiction is hard.

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