Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Her note, said come over. But, come over where? They had fallen into bed at her flat. This room suggested an older house. Raising his head, the shadows said noon. God, his mouth was sandy.
Behind the observation-glass, Frau Schmidt ticked the awakening time as correct. The game could begin.
Random Word: Get a room already
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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.