Random word: Moody
Looking down, Marie could see where Jeff sat with his friends going wild about Jackson Five when she knew only The Who mattered. Now who cared. Remembering him at least in her thoughts made the moment bearable as the bus bumped along the track. Or that's what she told herself.
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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.