Whatever love is
Nora lived lets pretend: marriage, love,
Saturday night sex, all for show. A sham
that kept neighbours and family happy. Ah,
bless look at the newlyweds they said,
except he liked men and she turned a blind
eye. It was easier to play couples then ask
whose rules, whose lies.
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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.