Flash Fiction – 10/14/2015

four friends“Thank, thank you, guys! You don’t know how much this means to me,” I said before giving my best friends a group hug.

Since the moment we met at soccer practice, at the age of five, the four of them had been my best friends. I’m still alive because of them, and now, they’ll help me save others.

“Okay, we need to hurry and take the picture before you guys change your mind… Take your shirts off, stand with your backs to me, and put your hands on each others’ pockets.”

It definitely gets better, I thought before shooting away.

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