Bert, bored selling organic veg, was suddenly poked.
‘Why you not pray?
Looking up, he saw an old lady dressed in black, spluttering, he said, ‘P-p-pardon?’
‘You pray.’
‘But, but I’m a greengroce–‘
‘Look, you minister.’
As he said from the pulpit most Sundays, ‘God, moves in mysterious ways, like.’
Random Word: Eating Organic
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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.