You sit at your workstation and stare at your computer screen. You look out the window. Another beautiful Summer-like day in Spring in Pittsburgh. You think of something funny a friend told you yesterday. You wonder if that cute young woman who went out of her way to talk to you last Saturday night at karaoke will be at karaoke this Saturday night.
Maybe you should get up and get a beer. Yeah, a nice cold beer would taste great right now. There must be at least two left in the refrigerator. You’re pretty sure you didn’t drink the whole six-pack last night.
But no. You’ve got to get down at least the first paragraph of your new flash fiction story before you do anything else. You take a deep breath and begin.
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Mary Anderson woke up with a hangover and naked on her livingroom floor. Again. Everyone else must have gone home. The first thing she thought was, I’m thirty-nine. I’m too damn old and make too much money to be living like this…
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