Through corners of rumpled curtain sunlight sneaked in. Ian’s want for darkness momentarily quelled. Nuzzling his nose into the steamy cup of coffee flooded his brain…her, booze, moonlight, naked! Damn! Promises about visiting the old haunts, broken! Betting on the parole visit Ian leaned down, dragged her limp body into the hidden closet space.
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in this 55 word flash piece, we are reminded of the strength of tenacity
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This 55 word flash fiction piece asks the question;  if Harry Calahan had written flash fiction instead of being a cop, is this how he’d handle his editor? Shop for a personalized gift at Zazzle.
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