I'm trying to write a short piece of flash fiction everyday from whatever pops into my head at the time.
It'll mainly be rambling unsubtle crap but hey, at least its something right?
Tuesday, 5 October 2021
Twenty
I eat the flesh, and it comes straight back up,
covering my shoes in nasty yellow bile. The old man smiles as he puts a pistol to my temple and -
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