Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
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.’
Welcome and thanks for dropping in. I'll pop by yours by and by. 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.