Random word: SadSteve is so defensive. Whenever I ask "are you happy", he says something flippant. What's wrong with me worrying about him? Dad slipped way before I could ask. Kids, what do they know about neglect, I sleep with it every night. What's wrong in wanting to be someone's prize possession?
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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.