Like many of you, I have an internal brain, and then some external brains.
On my external brains, I know I have some 55 Fiction, which I should dig out and re-post under my sparkly new pen name. I’ll see what I can find after dinner.
For now, it’s not fair to leave you with no inspiration at all, so how about this?
I could not love him. He was all bones.
“First they took my flesh,” he said. “Then my heart, then my brains.”
I agreed they’d left him with nothing.
“Look! Look! There they go…” He pointed to the sky. To the sea. To the warm soft earth.
Those lovely things.