He got on. The door was shutting but some guy’s foot stopped it. Looking back he still couldn't see them, he was safe. Well no, he had delayed them. They know where to find him. Why was the guy by the door giving him the eye. He knew something.
Flash Fiction learning that the heart of writing is imagination + craft + editing.
Thursday, 4 March 2010
Look behind you
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
When it’s time to move on
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
Eating your diets
Not you of course
Monday, 1 March 2010
Well he would, wouldn’t he
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