Hint Fiction #20

They stopped twenty feet from the junction. They waited. Back the next day. They waited.

The next day they were found; dead; bullets in the head.

Hint Fiction #19

It was a wet and windy night. A farmer must always pay head to the weather. Tomorrow it will be over.

Hint Fiction #18

He took the pills. A moment’s relief followed. Another four hours for the next fix. Why wait for oblivion?