‘Get you own dinner then’ The door slammed and footsteps stumped away.
‘I will then and don’t think I can’t,’ muttered Sam.
Finding the chops he followed his vague memory of how mum grilled them..
As he explained later on the phone, ‘the firemen were really cool with the fire.’
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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.