The Call N Flash Fiction December 27, 2016December 27, 2016 1 Minute Retreat was the cry, while enemies called attack. “Dinner!” called mom. Pause. Rate this: Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like Loading... Related Published by N Writer of all things, some of which are pretty good. View all posts by N Published December 27, 2016December 27, 2016
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