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Madness Microfiction Short Story

The Board – Twisted Microfiction 2020TOO

….“I don’t think you’re really grasping my point.” Marty says with a stuttered hint of sarcasm woven within his words.

“And I don’t think YOU are fully grasping the purpose of a board being there in the first place!” Gareth spits back with playful spite.

“But what’s the use of using the board, if no one knows if you’ve used it?”

“Because it’s THERE!” he cries as he thrusts his arms towards the board. “It’s right there for EVERYONE to see!”

“But what’s the point of seeing it, if you don’t let someone know it’s there!”

“BECAUSE YOU DON’T HAVE TO SAY ANYTHING, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS LOOK!”

“But if I don’t know to look, why would I be looking?”

“BECAUSE ITS FUCKING THERE! WHATS THE POINT OF THE BOARD, IF YOU DON’T LOOK AT THE FUCKING THING!”

“What’s the point of putting something on, if you don’t tell anyone it’s there?”

“BECAUSE IT’S RIGHT FUCKING THERE, RIGHT NEXT TO YOUR STUPID FUCKING HEAD!” Gareth screams as he waves his arms around like an animated clown, gesturing madly at the whiteboard that hangs from the wall behind Marty.

“But if I don’t turn around, how do I know?”

“FUCK YOU! SOMEONE WILL SEE IT AND KNOW!”

“Who?”

“I knew, I saw it and knew what it meant,” Alex says.

“And who did you tell?” Marty asks, his brow raised…..

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