Flash Fiction: Numb
TANNILLE: Why is everything I write crap? So flat, colourless. MUSE: You place too many restrictions on me. No more
Putting the Flash in Fiction / Blogging with The Muse
TANNILLE: Why is everything I write crap? So flat, colourless. MUSE: You place too many restrictions on me. No more
The sun’s rays shone down on eggs, lined up in a row. Offerings to the sun god. No one knew
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers. Other stories featuring the prompt can be found here. “Mummy there’s a man