Pink Carnation
As requested, I stood under the large oak to the left of the common. Cars swished in the distance as the rain came and went like a sprinkler spraying at random. From the grove of trees, a man jogged past me, whispering “Pink Carnation”.
My deep cover days were over.
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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.