It was payday. The room gleamed as children in
Sunday best jigged. Martha stood proud in her
frayed wedding-dress as Herbert arrived to proudly
lay wages and steak on the table. It was bread,
cheese, and hungry Friday the rest of the week but
on payday, they ate like Kings.
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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.