Random Word: A tailor
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
'I mean it's not lady-like.'
Mavis always acted lady-like. She loved the disappointment in men when her twentieth century body followed nineteenth century rules.
Sadly, Rob proved to be a gentleman. She'd so wanted him to say then don’t be a lady.
Rob smiled, and left - the plan was working.
Random Word:Tight-laced.
I saw a castle broken into bones of grandeur, scratched with screams and clatter, damp with the mist of autumn rain. Strength still for protection but a kiss away from love. I turned to her, eyes filled with fluttering flags and looked.
rainy grey
empty
moor cold
And saw nothing.
Random word: Mismatched