Wednesday, 15 April 2009

How much those Times?

The shop was not out of the ordinary, it didn’t have to flaunt its worth. People who needed knew and came when it mattered. When the pain or loneliness got too much, they came to buy the lost times they could afford.

Grief addicts had a lack of face-light.

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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.