Wednesday, 12 November 2008

A Fool’s Errand

With half an ear on the breathless lecturer- ‘for enchantment protection… the lark uses grass… but the crow… uses withy’- Gawain rushed out to the Eagles.

Glancing down on the moving dots, he held on tight as clouds enveloped him.

Looking up Hedith, whispered, ‘the fool.’ Her plan was working.

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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.