A boy got stung by nettles and ran crying to his mum. She was one of these hippy types bleating whatever you do, do with all your might.
‘Hold them tight.’ she advised ‘and you won’t be hurt.’
He did and died of Anaphylactic shock.
Sometimes if you can’t, don’t.
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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.