The corpse of his wife had flaps of decaying flesh and the hair he remembered so well. Worms sat in her eye sockets and wriggled where once blue had blazed. The stench was of rotten earth but still his arms went out to her, She had come back as promised.
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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.