'Once this was a lake where fish were like a slither of snakes.' 'What else old timer?'
Craig could see that the boys were sand runners and the girl was something… more dangerous. 'We burned in the sun.'
The children laughed at this nonsense from the time of cold skies.
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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.