
Rosemary knew—she had lost a finger to one. Hearing the rosters, she jumped up. 'Sir, I want to partner up with Kawasaki when we go south.'
'Granted.
Sitting down, she smiled. Her growing babies would enjoy his bones.
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
‘Don’t you just love it when the good guy wins,’ Ryan said, grabbing a handful of popcorn from Meryl’s carton -his had kept the trailers unheard.
Meryl, just chewed her gum.
On the screen, Bret smashed the UV ray-gun and turning saw her—his reason for crossing over to flesh world.
'Don't look now but that little madam has had a second orange juice.'
Zelda wiped the grease away from her mouth, she has real class, before saying, 'You don’t want to cross Hash Brown's woman. She did a John Bobbitt, if you get my drift.'