Blue bird he sang on the day she went. The day he never remembers. Or never admits. The day that the sky went grey and he went empty. He sang this day the blue bird. He never sang again even when the sky turned blue.
The day sings for him.
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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.
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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.