I gathered up the shattered pieces of my mind and painstakingly glued them back together again. While it didn't look the same as before, I hoped for the best.
When I went out, I wondered why people were giving me strange looks. Then I realised: my thoughts were leaking!
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Flash Fiction
Short StoryTwitter has a daily prompt using the hashtag #vss365. This thread will be for pulling those stories, plus other very short stories, into one place. There are a mixture of genres, the occasional sequence with repeated characters, and a mix of serious...
