…bursts of flash fiction expressed with exactly 100 words.
I wondered how close the fire when I walked into the haze, at first. Skies are pasted with a light frosting; the promised sun diffused….
‘OPEN’ flickered in the wet fog that saturated everything. 24/7 meant the pills would be left at the counter. He had meant to get there…
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