Two writing prompts--a Flash Fiction Chronicles string-of-ten(1) and a birthday party three tables over from me at Boulder's Bohemian Biergarten(2) where I did my timed freewriting that evening--merged with that strange alchemy that is the unsatisfying but generally true answer to "Where do you get your ideas?"
The result was something like the Ancient Mariner(3), stopping one of three... not to tell a tale, however, but to give a flower. The mood is sinister and the continuation is certainly fantastical.
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Not Fade Away (Excerpt)
Short StoryThey'd made her a promise. She was terrified that they'd keep it.
