Random Word: Slipped
‘Is he dead yet?’
‘I can’t tell. What do you look for?’
‘Feel his pulse.’ ‘It’s kind of jumpy and he’s white looking.
You mean pale?’
‘Yes.’
‘Don’t waste time, just grab what we can sell.’
No… he’s moving.’
Boris opened his eyes, Lunch had come early.
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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.