Factory Reject He had so wanted to love. To be one of those who stood on the touchlines and cheered. And he had tried so hard to fit in. But he was the square peg, the factory reject. Ignoring the pleas and screams he pointed his gun. Bet they noticed him now.
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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.