.....'I sing on the days that are good and dance on those that are bad. He left me at the Cottonwood tree when the leaves rattled. The baby burned inside and stayed as I screamed for its smile. So I sing and dance until the leaves rattle, waiting his return.'
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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.