Friday, September 14, 2012

Flash Fiction Friday - The Birdman Of Building 3

Willie was perched like a cat in the open window of the crowded, noisy room.  Drinking and swearing, he intensely watched each roll of the dice.  His whole paycheck was in the game.  Jubilant when they rolled up a winner, he threw his hands in the air, slipped, and fell three floors to his death.

Flash Fiction Friday is the creation of Mr. KnowItAll.  Write your 55-word fiction, link to him, and be visited by him and his thundering hordes.


  1. that is just the luck eh? at least he died a winner...

  2. HA! I've known some people with that kinda luck. Retire one day, and die the next.

  3. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger...
    Then again, some things DO kill you!!
    You took a gamble on this one Brother.
    Loved your High Flying 55
    Thanks for playing, and have a Kick Ass Week-End

  4. What a way to go. Then again, he could have lost his entire paycheck and lived long enough to get beaten to a pulp by his friendly neighborhood loan shark.

  5. at least he knew that he had won before the end came. So he died as a satisfied man!

    1. Was he satisfied as he was falling three floors to his death?

  6. you know how to pick 'em to make me laugh!

  7. Sorry couldn't respond to everyone. Been on the road all weekend, but thanks for stopping by, except for Justo whatever in hell that is.

  8. Is this a foreshadowing of my demise? Are you a soothsayer?

  9. Ah, this was very funny! I think one of my all time favorite 55's.

  10. Oh! Poor Willie. See...nothing good comes from gambling.

    Great 55, by the way!


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