Jo pulled a tub from the fridge. 'What's this? Sunday leftovers?' She sniffed and coughed. 'Ew! Much older than Sunday that's for sure!'
'You found my penicillin experiment, I see.'
'How can you make your own penicillin, Granddad?'
'Now that's the mystery!' he grinned.
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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...
