'Don't look now but that little madam has had a second orange juice.'
Harold turned round.
May manage to say, 'Good Morning, nice view isn’t it.'
'Harold,' she hissed, 'Thank you! I'll have to chat now.’
Harold just shrugged, women always made it so complicated—he’d just smile and ignore.
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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.