Today's prompt words in bold.
Crouched in the crawl space behind the coat closet, I heard the experimental puppet in the kitchen. Tommy said it was lethal.
Something crashed on the floor, perhaps the bowl I’d left next to the stove. I closed my eyes, saw broken faces, laughing, mocking. The door opened. I cried out.
“Retard!”
It was Tommy.
Jim, our associate editor found you; we're looking for flash fiction writers to include in The Woven Tale Press, an arts and literary magazine. Some of your shorts are particularly striking and one longer one I took note of.
ReplyDeleteTake a look at our site as well as latest issue at: thewoventalepress.net
You can email me at editor@thewoventalepress.net and please reference your blog's url. Nice work.
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Editor-in-Chief