Monday, 7 November 2022

505 - STALE

In downtown LA, TErry ducked through the narrow doorway. His plate loaded with refreshments from the bar, he went down to the gambling area. He whisked his slate from inside his trench coat and placed it next to him ready to keep score of his winnings and losses. The cards were dealt and the game started. His eyes fixed on the board, he reached out to his refreshments and took a bite of the bread roll - urgh, it was stale. "I'll bring my own food next time", he thought.

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Introduction

482 - FLOOR

“LO and behold, there's  flour  on the  floor .” exclaimed Denise. “I wonder if Ethan has been making a cake?” she thought.