Random Word: Cloud Cuckoo Land
You’ll never amount to a pile of beans. Yor dad wer the same, head full of shit. It’s what sang and thumped whenever he tried to imagine and dream as work slowly killed him. As his son I dream for the both of them, as I sit on the mountain.
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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.