Thursday, 1 July 2010

The past is a foreign country

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Every May the photograph would arrive. Always in a plain envelope but postmarked from different cities. It told him that someone remembered the day of the opening when he arrived drunk with his trousers around his ankles. He put it with the others – a thank-you that he was still ‘clean.’

 

Random Word: Thank-you

    

 

 

 

   


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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.