our good day
We found him, in the ditch, scrunched up like a used paper towel, with flies making the only sounds in the dry, empty scrub land. Like the others he was naked with broken legs; bone gushing out of flesh. This one had carved “our good day” on his chest.
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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.