Monday's slip of fiction, in 58 words
Monday. Time for a Fiction in 58.
Pixie Stix
He’s found them in an old fashioned candy store and buys as many as a dollar affords. He tucks them into his back pocket and runs to the woods.
He stops at a bend in the brook and sprinkles Pixie Stix dust into clear water. Sparks erupt across his gaze, as pixies flit and dance around the ferns.
Pixie Stix
He’s found them in an old fashioned candy store and buys as many as a dollar affords. He tucks them into his back pocket and runs to the woods.
He stops at a bend in the brook and sprinkles Pixie Stix dust into clear water. Sparks erupt across his gaze, as pixies flit and dance around the ferns.
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