Friday, 10 July 2009

On a winter's day

It was the sunshine on his shoulders that

made him cry. He never cri
ed but here he

was blubbering worse then a Barbie doll

The coffin slide down into the grave,

a clatter of dislodged soil disturbing a robin.

Clutching his son, he felt the warmth as her


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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.