Wednesday, 23 October 2013

Love at a price

 It was your fault saying no.

'Temptation is my name...'

It pulled me into a fifth-rate synth house with useless mark 3's.  They can't even dreamcast, you have to fuck rubber and imagine.None were as good as you. I needed to change.

In my dreams now, you always say yes.

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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.