The windowpane shattered. As always the shards cut her as they reintegrated. Mals looked out but the street, with its abandoned shops and cars, was empty as usual. Once she had fought back – all her kind had but who remembered that.
Outside the last immortal knew he wasn’t lonely yet.
Random Word: hope has many hues
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This blog was inspired by First 50 words where you freewrite from a single word prompt. I use random words or images to create flash fiction in formats ranging from twitter postcards to short short stories.