Thursday, 11 June 2009

When you have to be alone

Victoria longed for the silence of autumn

rain when life was a snuggle with good

books rather then men who stayed long

enough to know she was a mistake.

.....Next time it would be different. It was

always was.
Perhaps she found her silence; it was too late to ask.

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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.