Flash Fiction
My first attempt at Flash Fiction...
The sun slowly sank in the sea. Looking at the spread of red, she knew her work was done.
The sun slowly sank in the sea. Looking at the spread of red, she knew her work was done.
A place to scribble words. Allow them to take shape. Sometimes they lead me to a merry dance; sometimes dancing to their own tune or even running away. Maybe one day they will tango with me and then....
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