Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
‘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
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.