Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
As he fall, air whistled by, and the star above him slowly closed. The music born with him, faded. He knew this time he’d gone too far.I so wanted a star not for mebut for hernot for lovebut because I once cared
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.