Tuesday, 31 August 2010

The trial of Black Heart Sam





‘It wer his tea-chest. I wanted bad.’

‘But I put it to you that you then cut his gizzards out.’

‘Me thirst wer awful and he said drink rum.’


Random Word: Chest





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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.