Norman sat in his car with Brenda, his first date in months, getting hot until he noticed his house in flames.
Pulling away, he said, ‘Shit, it’s on fire.‘
‘Ooh, you naughty boy...’
‘No. It’s...oh good...
Afterwards, cuddling, he wondered, when he could say, so back to your place?
Random Word: House Guest
Image Maker: Kahunapule Michael Johnson
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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.