Wednesday, 22 October 2008

All women are good

Being late saved her. Coming up the street, she saw the house explode into a rising scream of fire. Stopping would mean a bullet in her head or worse so she drove on only seeing video game scenery.

I was to be her way out only we didn’t know that.

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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.