Miyerkules, Pebrero 8, 2012

Seven #1: When 7 words is more than enough

"You're not exactly my type," she said. Donato picks one petal off his roses. "She loves me, she loves me not." The dried flowers crumble at his touch. A box remains unopened under the bed. It was for Estela's birthday last week. "Will it sell on Ebay?" he thought.

(Seven-word flash fiction in 7 sentences. A collection of 77 stories on what-nots)

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