‘I have come for the position,’ said Tom fresh from the Poorhouse.
‘Let me look at you,’ grunted the cook wiping her stained apron, ‘the last lad could only last a week. Hmm you’ll do, with a bit of fattening-up.’
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That week’s supply of meat bleeds in the larder
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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.