Friday, April 8, 2011

"Personal Trainer," flash fiction by Alain Gomez

"My God, what happened here?" she asked as the paramedics wheeled out an unconscious patient.

"Oh, just Mr. Cartman's 11:30.  Since he's available now, would you like to start your personal training session a few minutes early?"

1 comment:

  1. Yikes! This makes me wince with sympathetic pain and fright.

    Shana Hammaker
    Twelve Terrifying Tales for 2011