'It’s the eyes I slash first. I likes the squishing noise made.' The writing circle went quiet.
‘Writing stops me feelin gloomy like. If it's on paper, it like it's not real anymore.'
'Yes thank-you, so any feedback for Sandy?'
Nothing moved, except for eyes tracking where his hand was
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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.