He looked at the white page, and from it smiled an old bitter woman haunted by her past betrayal. A lover long dead, never let her forget as he sat by her bed each night. But for peace both must forgive.
His pen moved, and the dream became your story.
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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.