Wednesday, 20 October 2010

When was my mother






takes your idiocrasy of

scent, colour and petals,

and leaves you

as a dry stalk,

alive only

by the watering

of others




Image Maker: Norfolk Belle

Random Word: Idiocrasy ( aspects unique to the individual )


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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.