Wrote out a wordy post. Deleted it. The point is to keep it short, they say. Been put off flash fiction by this Guardian article.
But was inspired by Hemingway’s Six:
For Sale. Baby Shoes. Never Worn.
My debut flash fiction effort:
I didn’t think we’d last forever. Now, we say, “I do”. Here on, every new day ought to be shorter than forever.
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