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I wrote two pieces of Flash fiction tonight!

Just WHAT.

Oh, yeah. Snippet

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The four men were angry.
Angry, and in the dark.
“Well,” said the first man, named Ed, “Let’s see what we have here.”
“Well,” said the second man, named Jed, “I know where you are, but where am I?”
“Well, said the third man, named Teddy, “You’re to my left, which means…”
“Well, said the fourth man, named Alfred, “I’m to your right. Right where we were. When the lights went out.”
“I know where you are,” said Jed, but where am-”
“Shut up, Jed,” the other men said.

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Snippet, “Chronology of a Burn”, current (CanLit) fiction WiP:-

“That body is mine,” she remembered her mother telling her. “Until I say, that body is mine and you don’t have permission to mark up your skin.” Funny how something said slightly in jest in childhood could still mark your mentality, your approach to your own body even as the years tumble on by. She felt like she had failed, yet again, to keep her skin unblemished. After all, she had shared her mother’s sentiment. Why mark up something beautiful?