
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Wither does she wander
Random Word: The Key
The burning of heretics left stench stained smoke and a vanished door. Once, many years later, the soot of trains and factory spewings let some say they had seen it, but only they never came back. I just know that she opened it, and I must too, or she dies.

She wished
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