She sat smiling, waiting. Sitting in the shade just meant you roasted slower. The beer was cold in the glass, moist air gathering and dripping down its side. He picked it up and started to drink, slowly. She waited for him to share but like her marriage, it drained away.
Random Word: Don’t bogart
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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.