If a tendril of dry rot could pulsate it would bring this drab house down.
What will you write?
Friday 25 January 2013
Poetic Flash Fiction in 51 Syllables.
What will you write?
I took the prompt words from
Three Word Wednesday 3WW CCCXIII
Brag, icy, and polite.
Here's mine:
No need to brag about it, said Dawn when her pet robot crashed the car.
I know it was icy, Dave chipped in, but the Bat-mobile is unique.
In his polite voice Dawn's robot said, okay, I'll pay to get it fixed.
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