Donna floundered in mud, her legs felt as if they were dipped in lava. She clasped her belt to call Mayday, but her two-way had burned to shreds in the chopper. As she faded to faint darkness, she remembered the #script hadn't called for a crash. "Cut! Someone call 911!"
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Daily Flash Fiction
Ficción GeneralThis 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!
