Tuesday, 10 February 2009

O Lord deliver us the last supper

Each night, a pickle, a slice of the best Wiltshire ham and a slice of Melton Mowbray pork pie was placed out. She had done this for forty years of marriage. He had arrived back drunk and maudlin for thirty of them. They both hated what life had served them

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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.