Tuesday, 21 October 2008

Dream Daddy

As I fall asleep I wonder about my daddy’s eyes.

Downstairs the TV thuds and dinner plates clatter. Poohy cabbage smells again. My teddy hot-water bottle keeps me warm and safe from the Lion who eats cold feet.

Would they be like mine? Would he know me if we met?

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Welcome and thanks for dropping in. I'll pop by yours by and by.

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.