I read clouds. The small fun ones say met in a hotel and let them love you. The big stormy ones say, tell them you’ve aids after they’ve loved you. If you’re angry and black it helps but I’m white and poor or so I tell them.
Welcome and thanks for dropping in. I'll pop by yours by and by.
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.
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Welcome and thanks for dropping in. I'll pop by yours by and by.
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.