Friday, 30 November 2018

Thursday, 29 November 2018

#487

Ritzy glitzy Mitzy razzle dazzle frazzles.

Tuesday, 27 November 2018

#486

With every yahoo gone, we breathe.

Monday, 26 November 2018

#485

Her dance quirk told me everything.

Sunday, 25 November 2018

#484

Teeth occluded, set against. We left.

#483

Occlusion complete, the permafrost took hold.

#482

Audacious robbery, a terrible escape plan.

Friday, 23 November 2018

#481

...if we had not been impromptu?

#480

Our bed; a cornucopia of delights.

Wednesday, 21 November 2018

#479

All things happen to us perforce.

Tuesday, 20 November 2018

#478

I missed the train.  We met.

Monday, 19 November 2018

#477

One thrust.  A henchman no longer.

Friday, 2 November 2018

#476 (Grief)

Hypnotised, I walked into the fire.



Written for Faber Academy's QUICKFIC from the following picture prompt: 

A shot of what we can assume is the very top of a bonfire set against a pitch black sky. The fire is spitting gold and orange sparks across the sky like a firework. The flame is so bright it lights up the bottom half of the image in a warm golden glow. -Faber Academy's flash fiction competition #QUICKFIC