Monday, 5 October 2009

Old soldiers never die they just fade away


Old Friends

'We met on the 9.42 to London from...from...I forget,' said Keith, wiping his brow in the heat.
           'It was from Hitchen. Station gone. Chinese restaurant now don’t you know,' said George. 'Cold so very cold.'
           Keith knew better then to argue and just touched George's hand. 'I know.'

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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.