Flash Fiction 3


She seemed fine. Her status updates were all upbeat and happy. No one had looked in on her or called her.  They were all busy, obviously. They had texted her, though and she had responded, too, cheerily, no less.

They discussed this as they saw paramedics pull out her  3 day old dead body from her apartment

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8 thoughts on “Flash Fiction 3

    1. A little bit of both, I guess. We are all exceptionally busy, dealing with the demands life imposes on us. It is very understandable that we don’t quite pick up the phone or visit people as much these days relying on email and Facebook, instead. Also, social networks are responsible to some extent in having people believe that everybody’s having a great time and just living a great life, which in turn pressurizes us to have an equally happening life. Vicious circle, this!! Is it any wonder that some people just give up?

    1. It is becoming more of a usual thing these days, isn’t it? I wonder what world our children will occupy. If they will ever meet anyone in person or rely on “face time” on the phone instead.

  1. What a poignant story, Meera. And it gives me the chills as i know of a similar case in real life that happened some 3 years back. Always makes me wonder if fiction imitates fact or does fact imitate fiction.

    1. Thankfully this was not inspired by any true happenings. I was just wondering most of us have friends in the hundreds on social networking sites. How many of these “friends” do we know well? If we were in trouble, who would we call upon? Also, social networks have made it almost imperative for us to be happy and perky and live a glamorous, “happening” life all the time. Such pressure, even in friendship

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