When dark even stars lie
In the Terror, vans crossed Moscow with the purged. Each van bright with painted food as lies to keep hope alive.
We bathe the Centre for Reviving Youth in faces of the newly shorn. The living are told it’s they we purify, not the dead. Immoral images again giving hope.
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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.