'Eat up before it gets cold, dear.'
Liam grimaced as he swallowed a mouthful of the despised tomato soup. 'I wish I was Pugsley.'
'Who?' Dad asked.
'You know, from the Addams family.'
'Why?' Mum looked amused.
Liam stirred the soup. 'Because Morticia tells her children to play with their food.'
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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...
