Flash Friday #8: Chekhov’s Gun
Act I We were in love. Just hadn’t admitted it yet. I arrived on time—that is, early—for her party. Toured her apartment. Her highlight: Chekhov’s gun on the mantle. Certificate of authenticity on letterhead. Act II Twice, we made eye contact across the crowded space. Grinned. In the kitchen, I brushed against her. Power died […]