Sarah sat, feet up, in an armchair. Phone off the hook, and somewhere in the house a radio playing. Classical music. Bach or Hayden. Balanced on one arm of the chair a glass of milk, and a plate of gingerbread cookies, mis-shaped like men. Sarah was reading Roberto Bolano .(that's fifty words)D
Hurrah! Glad to get to see them.
D!! My own 50 word story. That's the nicest thing that's happened to me since I got to eat the last visceral realist. Thank you.And Sara ... now you can see that they're poets,yes?
With some of the books I read I could get very ill if I ate matching snacks!
Just trying to think what might go with candy shrimps and milky ways, Jem? Different elements completely.
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