I remember why
Behind on the hill, the house burned with no company kept warm. A bloodstained youth struggled to drag an older man by the rope that bound them both at a single wrist. Hearing his plea for mercy, the Boy turned, stared and then walked on saying, “I remember why not”.
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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.