Face down, eyes down, the two of us lie side by side. Pawns in a game beyond our control.
Our power lies in our anonymity, and once we’re out in the open the power’s lost. Case in point: even I don’t know who’s lying alongside me. Only one person knows that for sure.
If they knew who I really was we’d be finished.
We’ll hold out for as long as possible, but how long that’ll be, who knows?
I hear fingers drumming on a table. I imagine sweat pricking on temples.
Someone says here comes the river. This is it.
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This is a 100-word flash fiction story written as part of #SmallTales, with the prompt “Bluff”. Look up the rules and take part here.
Simon John Cox 