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His Name was Buzz

How do you come up with one hundred words for a story? Sitting down and pecking away at the keyboard is a  place to start.

Open your eyes, ears, and heart to whatever may inspire you. It may just be the fly that is buzzing in your left ear, and then your right one, that brings your imagination to life.

It is alive within you, isn’t it? I certainly hope so. I’m talking about your imagination. Not the fly, for dead flies do not buzz. Flies in my hometown only buzz when they are living.

What if flies were indestructible?

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Fooling Myself

Fooling Myself

Charlie knew it was foolish to cling to the idea that a vision could love him. She did though; she had too, in his mind’s eye it carried him through life. She was all that he wanted and more than he dreamed of. She was beauty and he was not. She was intellect and he was not. He was alive and she was not; for now. There had to be a way to become the love that she desired. Oh, if it were not for that thing called reality he could be happy. Alas, that was not to be; or was it?

From the book “Dust in Corners” by Kurt Frazier Sr.