Jim's handkerchief shone under sun rays, green cleaning agent reflecting as he wiped sweat off his forehead. He kneeled again and wiped along the bumper, standing back every few seconds to take in the lustre of his #pride 'n joy. In an hour, this Cadillac won't be back.
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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!
