I knew as my hand touched her, she was ill; the skin was too scratchy for a woman who had others cook and clean.  
            'Please take a seat, ' I said, weighing up her fee.           
            What they paid, told me, the truth they wanted. I reckoned she wanted expensive lies.           
  

 
 
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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.