Saturday, 27 June 2009

Gold diggers strike out

'Oh you must come round sometime,' she gushed—as she looked around for the £100,000 lottery winners.

He longed to whip out his diary, to see her squirm by taking it seriously. She quickly moved on leaving Bill chuckling. He was the £10,000,000 prizewinner who had ticked for no publicity.

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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.