Tag: Flash Fiction
The Trophy Wall
Aunt Daisy’s Son
To Name Or Be Named
What power in our words, so oft used with careless ease, Gives difference a claim between the birds and the bees, Make of one man, fame, Another, blame, When they act for want of what they please? -Grandpa Ernie Burncock Shywolf
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Seduction in Suburbia
The Other Side of the Coin
Reunion
A Retiring Lady
200 words. I don’t go out very much. I am not a social animal; I am a stay-at-home, rather shy, type. I am not a reclusive but I value my privacy and if anyone tries to get too close to me, I retreat into my shell. Occasionally I venture out into the garden for a leisurely stroll at my own
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