Ann burst into tears, and was comforted by her mother. Paul her brother, turned to Mark and said
“You were late and I picked you up for the Christening. It was snowing and you joked about missing a good skiing day. Are you listening? Mark say something?
I forget…I forget.
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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.