Flash Fiction #fictionwriting

Here’s a several-years-old piece of flash fiction that may actually be an Allen Ginsberg-ish poem in disguise.

February 8th, 2004

     Her cell phone rang, its tinny electronic voice spitting Mozart into the pre-dawn blackness of her bedroom, shattering her vivid dream of eating a hot dog at the opera in Florence while Richard Marx massaged her feet with a butternut squash.

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