Posted on June 24, 2016
by Sarah Fairbairn
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I ponder the old walls that are keeping out the savage night. The hungry wind rattles the shutters and tries to make its way through the gaps in the floor boards. The fire crackles and pops keeping my body warm, but the flickering fire…
Category: Flash Fiction & PoetryTags: a 120-word-short-story, bad weather, fiction, fire light, Flash Fiction & Poetry, Flash Fiction: Eastcliff, historical buildings, Howling Wind, keeping warm by the fire, micro fiction, old buildings, savage nights, short story, storms, Stormy Nights
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