I remember when
Peggy glared, I ain’t getting circled that’s for cubes.
Cut the gas, don’t have a cow, I was only asking if we were jacketville.
She leant across and breathed, baby, you’re cool, you want to back seat bingo?
As they left, the waitress, muttered, I remember when kids spoke proper.
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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.