
The smell of burnt toast permeated the air between us. The smoke detector blared in case I wasn’t aware our relationship was going down in flames.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #91. Photo prompt. WC 26. Photo by Rick Warren.
Leara writes and other creative things…
Portfolio including poetry and flash fiction from micro fiction to short stories and a bit of photography thrown in for good measure.
The smell of burnt toast permeated the air between us. The smoke detector blared in case I wasn’t aware our relationship was going down in flames.
– Written for Grammar Ghoul Press Shapeshifting 13 #91. Photo prompt. WC 26. Photo by Rick Warren.
Oh, so wickedly clever.
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