Flash Fiction 500 to a 1000 words in my world
What, sanctions our thoughts? Rather, who sanctions our thoughts, right? I mean no harm. I’m not at all articulate, so my mother always said. She doesn’t say much now, thank goodness. Where was I? Sanctions? Sanctions. A political term now because most minds reflect our bodies; wide eyed, …
The word normal is overused. And, by the way, ‘normal,’ should in no way cause anyone a sense of well-being or security. In today’s world, normal means, ‘I have you in my clutches.’ Laugh, I don’t care. I just want a cup of coffee and I’m on my way. Yeah, …
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