He burned the midnight oil, writing away. When road blocks visited, he'd wear his #mittens and embrace the cold for a solitary cig to reorient the world. Daylight brought about hope. He'd wake to the possibility of early parole. But first, he'd have to prove he recovered.
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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!
