The Sunday Flash Factory 5 to 50/55 challenge prompt words in bold.
Jason stared at the white screen waiting for the words to come, hoping an identity developed he could use, one that demonstrated his frustration. His fragile ego bruised by Sara’s departure, he so wanted to get even. Was he a makeshift lover, noise to be blocked out? “To Sara’s current lover:” he began the letter.
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