'Now Kit won't talk to me, Mary won't talk to her and I can't talk to anyone,' Nora wound down despairingly.
'What a tangled mess, for sure! What are you going to do about it?'
Nora sighed. Why can't mothers just fix things? She brightened.
'Invite them to tea with you!'
YOU ARE READING
Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
