'My shoe leaks.'
Sandra sat down with the umbrella leaving Rob to stand in the drizzle. It was then that he stopped loving her. The childlike pout was petulance, the naiveté masked stupidity, and the voice dull, not mellow.
Looking up, she fell in love with his strong masculine silence.
Random Word: Hole
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Saturday, 27 March 2010
My Six Word Saturday # 2
Describing your life (or something) this Saturday in a phrase using just six words. This is what others say on Show My Face.
Me poems got a top mark!** **
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