INSPIRED BY
Word Prompt
Reunion
Phrase Prompt
‘At long last’
Picture prompt
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Flash Fiction of 50 words
Pulse racing and blood rushing to my face I opened the heavy
iron gate. The air was silent, not a soul was in sight.
" Spooky," I said to myself and made to leave.
Someone tugged at my skirt. I shrieked. Two hands enveloped me.
20
years of separation melted away.
Linking this to Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50’ here
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