Flash Fiction: Trust

In response to a writing prompt on Reddit.


“I wish you would stop trusting me.”

John looked up at his friend, his ill fitted glasses nearly falling off again.

“Why would I do that, Andrew?” He questioned. Stop trusting the person who’d played with him on the playground when they were kids? The one who’d been the best man at his wedding?

The one who had cried the most at his funeral?

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