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Flash Fiction: Dwight and Scooter thought they would just have a bit of fun on a lazy evening. Little did they know how far it would go once Dad got involved.
I complained at my prompt. I swore a little. But once I got over my snit, I came up with an idea and ran with it.
Fiction written from the underbelly of a writer’s deepest fears tends to be an agonizing process. And that’s exactly what I did.
For those who haven’t been following along for the last three years, NYCM has become something of an addiction for me.
I’m fairly certain my Internet searches over the weekend landed me squarely on the NSA watch list.