Friday, 2 October 2009

When the cure was worse


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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.