‘It’s a mystery…’
.....Harry let the minister’s voice
drift, as he looked round struggling the hate
out of his eyes.
.....It wern’t a mystery why she laid there.
The town had killed her with pointing fingers
and sly looks. Reaching inside his jacket, he
pulled and took everybody’s last breath.
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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.