There are times when ideas don’t let go. One can be moving in a direction and then get turned right back to an incomplete event.
Thanks for staying with me through Flash Fiction February. One more story to go. See you later!
The Firepit
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The fire pit wasn’t the best, but the guys carried buckets of sand mixed with dirt and piled it up around the old rocks as a buttress. The men’s group was just being formed. This was the second meeti…
