Random Short Stories
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
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Monday, 4 August 2008
Being a Fifties Goof
I remember when
Peggy glared, I ain’t getting circled that’s for cubes.
Cut the gas, don’t have a cow, I was only asking if we
She leant across and breathed, baby, you’re cool, you w
ant to back seat bingo?
As they left, the waitress, muttered, I remember when kids spoke proper.
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