‘Your…a Wolf.’ Len of the Fen said with as much dignity as could be mustered with trousers dangling around ankles.
The Wolf growled. ‘And there's me thinking you were getting warmed up for me. But I’m a man most nights.’
‘You are!’
The tears falling said love not dinner called.
Random Word:Splish Splash
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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.