Random Word: Molasses
Me lasses you no ken what it were like in the auld days. We worked in the fields till our backs broke from the picking and skin burned... burnt so we was sisters o' the earth. Our bairns worked once they tottered or we starved. Me lasses you no ken.
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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.