'Are you known
?' The words slapped him. What accept that drink doesn’t killed the pain—it merely distracts
'Let yourself be known by your own words'
Rick, looked up to the outstretched hand, hesitated, then turned to pick up his bottle and walk away. ' Do you know?, echoed his footsteps.
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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.