He turned the key without a squeak, tiptoeing past the creaky landing pad upstairs and into bed. She lay in silence. He exhaled. Eye lids turned heavy in a few, but before total flight in the astral plane, he heard "Where were you? Another #petrissage?" He felt the sweat.
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Daily Flash Fiction
General FictionThis 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!
