She sat on the bench eating a sandwich
It tasted like ink with a dusting of apostrophes When she bit into it, the letters scattered Pigeons pecked at them Heads bobbing Swallowing them one by one Is this yours? a man asked, holding up an “L” She studied his suede boots The pigeons lifted their heads Their eyes as bright as pins The man kept walking Wait, she thought, but he didn't She watched the boots cross the plaza One blue, one red, a flag without stars She thought he might be the star She wished she hadn't eaten the sandwich She should have saved the letters Strung them together Created words Told the man her name
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Carolyn's Adventures in Self publishing
Self-publishing is a booming industry and the internet is awash in how-to guides on the topic. This blog is not going to add to the heaps of helpful information already out there. This is my story about the process I'm choosing to bring the final book in my REWIND trilogy to life. Looking for older posts that feature my Flash Fiction? Click on the pre-2021 ARCHIVES.
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