Tag: flash fiction
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Franklin
As the oldest child, I spent several years alone before my sister was able to do anything more than drool. During this time my friend Franklin kept me company. Franklin was rather tall. He would sit comfortably in the reclining chair in our living room, but his legs stuck out rather far. I warned my…
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Fast Car
The Jaguar looked like speed. It’s lines were clean, smooth, and sexy. Like a woman’s leg or the small of her back. You could tell it was expensive: low and wide. The fine details enhanced this impression with a piece of chrome here and a high-intensity light there. Its Hartland exhaust rumbled with pressure, power…

