'I was born here and I die here,’ Evelyn said calmly.
'Listen to grandma here, you'd think she was paying the bills,' the bailiff said. 'I am not your Grandmother and if you touch me, they touch you.’
Looking out of the window, Karl saw the street crowded and ready.
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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.