Grandiose mansions sit pretty on hills full of dry bush and palm. He rests in a rusty car, binoculars in hand. Their laughter permeates his ear from afar, stoking a #range of emotions he can't digest. He holds a lit match and wonders if he should shift their fate forever.
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Daily Flash Fiction
Художественная прозаThis book is a rolling collection of short flash fictions which I'll be updating daily. Each story will have to incorporate one specific word every day, and that word will be identified with a hashtag in front. Enjoy!
