She is Totes Crazy

Flash Fiction, short story, fiction writing, best fiction writer in Pakistan, Short Short story

It was an exquisite tote bag, handwoven with bright, abstract patterns. Plush to the touch, like stroking a freshly groomed Persian cat.

Must be expensive, I thought as I sniffed. A quirk of mine; nothing goes by without me inhaling its essence.

"I know you love totes. I made sure I got you the best one I found," she beamed.

Constantly showering me with gifts, she was a rare gem.

"This is so pretty, thank you," I hugged her.

My cell phone buzzed. It's always silent as I'm not too fond of noise. I looked down. News spreads fast these days. CCTV footage boasted of a murderous theft at a local handicraft store. Two people were butchered. The perpetrator shamelessly exposed their face in pride. My eyebrows lowered, and a dispassionate frown followed. With rage-filled eyes, I stood up and dropped the tote in her lap.

"I can't be friends with liars," I said as I left, leaving her in awe.

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