and dumpling breasts
with skin baste tender
in oil of Venus
makes her my
gallimaufry feast
Random Word: Gallimaufry
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
and dumpling breasts
with skin baste tender
in oil of Venus
makes her my
gallimaufry feast
Random Word: Gallimaufry
Even to friends Roy was…well a pleasant doormat. But he finally demanded something – a view. His note had said he wanted beauty as he fall.
Random Word: Belvedere
Shelly, banged the camshaft. Here she was busting her fanny to make a living while sugartits worked the casting couch to get overseas. She could spin on it.
Watching the sea burn, Milky-May gurgled ‘Shel’ as she sank beneath turtles.
Shelly seeing the insurance payout started to practise funeral tears.
Random Word: Turtle’s Back
It was show and tell time. Greta was fed up of the Ruggle sisters and their film star grandmother. Who had ever heard of Green Acres? This time she’d upstage them. In a fever of excitement she said,‘ My Father, a hitman and here his gu— No wait. I’ve pictures.’
Random Word: Fever
I just think of it as three stages of writing. The first is raking the ground and making sure its right for the sowing of the seeds. Then you sow and what grows depends where the seeds fall so you are always surprised by the harvest. The final stage is taking the raw crops and shaping them in a dish worthy of the dreams you had when first breaking the soil.
I shouldn't have asked "Is it mine?" when I heard she was pregnant. Such nasty stares from the vet