Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Finding Fabio

Once, fame had been his drug. Now, those covers were nothing but an anathema. A reminder of his age. All he wanted was peace. But they always found him. Somehow. He took a deep breath. Tossed his hair. Smiled. Maybe just one photo he thought as the giggling middle-aged women approached.

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Late to the game for the “anathema” 52 word challenge, but thanks to Sammis Scribbles for an excuse to use it in a story and to Linda’s SoCS Challenge for a reason to write about FABIO!

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

Conditions for Love

to break me, condone

my sins fill a laundry list

plenty to choose from 

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Thanks to the following for the inspiration (prompts) of laundry, condone, and plenty: Rag Tag Community Word Challenge and Fandango’s FOWC and One Daily Prompt.