Outside each tree in the garden was doing a disdainful tango as the rain sighed against the rattling window. It was a jumper day.
‘My kind of summer,' Rob said, as his wife banged the breakfast things away.'
Only because you are too tight to go abroad,' Mandy shouted back.
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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.