‘I ain't firing blanks, its yor eggs that are scrambled.'
He regretted saying it, as soon as he saw her eyes empty
'I'm sorry, let me—’
'Just go and stay with yor brother. Shame it's too late to swop, at least he wer better in bed then you ever managed.'
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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.