Kawapánan shouted to Muzo,‘Run, run, the Devil has come.’ Muzo dropped her basket and grabbed at any near child before running into the clan hut. The bow shook as if running hard but Kawapánan stood firm worthy of Warrior red and took aim and prepared to die.
Sipping his lemon tea, Dr Simms peered out of the plane window: ‘Is this the new logging area?’
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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.