Saturday, 7 February 2009

A Promise delayed by a lie

‘You won’t tell will you?’ They came to her house scratching at the door. She let them in by every sense of the word yet in the morning, it was money on the table and the whine.

You bet she would tell when it was time to gather her pension.

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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.