‘I can’t, it kinda durty.’ Mary-Sue, pulled her dress and knees together.
Rob just stood not understanding. He wanted a baby. ‘But yar promised me and all you have to do is tou—’
Her dad’s first punch broke Rob’s neck so now Mary-Sue plays Second Life with the door locked.
Random Word: Babies
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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.