Living Corpse
Land, for you and I, is the backcloth to our pleasure, a living picture for us to take stock in and weigh up the measure of our life. For the Brines, it was a living flesh ripe for tearing and slicing; fit only for consumption and the power it gave.
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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.