Random Word: Nana
Grace pulled the curtains and waved him to the bed. She was soon naked not caring what sagged where. The last time everything had pointed up on its own, Kennedy had got shot. What counted was that he was young and definitely nothing was sagging. Hmm, Nana wanted…Nana got.
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Friday, 25 September 2009
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