'Will you use a taxi when I die?'
Harry knew this was a test, but not what sort of test. The ones that started with screams, but ended in bedroom squeals were...manageable.
'Er...why?'
'Because you're a cheapskate.'
Harry desperately checked for forgotten anniversaries. Why can't women speak plain?
Sunday, 11 October 2009
Whenever was it about the words?
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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.