When the dying time came, they knew what to do, As was the custom, they went to the House of Delight. The room you entered depended on the foretold death. They had come for a child’s delight so the playground with soaring swings, and puffing sand trains opens for him.
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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.