Saturday, 28 June 2008


What will you wear for the swearing in ceremony? A question, she refused to answer. It had seen so pointless and shabby when boys were dying in Vietnam. Outside she could see the grey fine rain shine the leaves. Now only the pain she must have caused her father remained.

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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.