Flash Fiction | He Was Always so Nice

I wrote this piece in my lunch break today after poking through Writing Prompts on Reddit. This one struck a chord with me so I typed out a few hundred words. The prompt: [WP] “For a serial killer, he’s awfully polite. Even sends me post cards from time to time.” The Story: The first postcard was strange. A cityscape photo of Phoenix, Arizona on one side and a hand-written note “Thinking of you in Phoenix,” on the other. No signature...