The sound of the portable television, blaring game show pinging sounds was exasperating.
I’d see her on the patio smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the fictitious items on the screen.
I’d seen her on the patio, smoking her cigarettes and bidding on the prized items on the screen.
I glance over as I prune my gardenia. “Do you like game shows, Dina?”
“I enjoy them so much I subscribed to the game show channel,” she says.
“The shows are all repeats, right?”
“Sure, they are. I always forget the results. Damn dementia.”
They found Dina murdered in her recliner.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100 words
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