Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Sunday, 2 August 2009
Sex in England
The bed knocking woke him up.Ted glanced at the clock. 'Bloody Hell,' and went to bang the wall.
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'Ooh no, I'll not be able to show my face,' she said. 'Wrap a pillow over you.'
..........................***
'No use. They aren't stirring. You and your effing spice it up with bondage.'
On the weekend of the new football season.
Careful what you wish for
They staggered on through the moonlight, a
grey line stretching from hill to hill—silent
except for the groans of the wounded and
the flutter of ragged flags. The swaggered
farewells of spring long replaced with anger.
.....At his execution, the King still shouted,
‘Victory or Death.’
....The mob agreed.
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