Mission

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?

Monday, 13 June 2022

Bread

The women held out a bag of bread to the man she passed every other day. He sat in a puddle on the bench, alone but for the splinters, and stared at the grush-garnished ground under his Doc Martins, so the woman placed the bread on his lap. A single act of defiance.

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