In the dank gloom, he saw Camelot. It's a pile of old rocks,was all he could get Sally to say. Perhaps she was right.
Yet sword clanged on sword.Turning to kiss her, he said, 'Princess, it's what you make it.'
The silence told him, which was the fairy-story.
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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.