‘Him!'
‘Yes, him.’
’The man whose conversation is barely above a grunt. Who summed up his mother at her funeral as being ‘you know, good, like.’
'I don’t get it.’
’He may not be good with words but I know he loves me.’
’How so?
’With his poetry of touch.’
Random Word: Eloquent
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Some promises you forget
'You'll not do it, the dress don't leave much to the imagination - you're too many bulges like.'
'Yep, but it's for the wife's birthday.'
Random Word: Obdurate Fool
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