There he was, sitting in his cellar, hitting his head, trying to remember a number he could call...
"Ugh! If only they hadn't taken my phone" he said to himself hastily.
The end.
There he was, sitting in his cellar, hitting his head, trying to remember a number he could call...
"Ugh! If only they hadn't taken my phone" he said to himself hastily.
365 Microfictions, Flash Fictions, Micro-Stories and Short Stories written by Sir Helder Amos Copyright © 2011 -- Template created by O Pregador -- Powered by Blogger Templates