The crash got them running. Old man Coles was treacle slow bu
t he could hit flies a mile away once cocked up. Gasping hard, they jumped over the hedge ripping modesty away as bullets thundered past. Later when asked at school each said, 'No, not me' with a practised innocence.
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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.