Thursday, 4 December 2008

The wages of sin

The man at the bar looked up and sipped his drink before asking ‘

are the flowers for the old lady.’

I nodded nursing my scotch.

‘Don’t make the mistake I did,’ he said getting up to go.

‘They know what you were up to if they see a price tag.’

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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.