by Alexandra Erin
I felt a little guilty, leaving a fifty-five word flash story pinned to the hooker's blouse instead of a poem, but I'd found my inspiration flagging lately... there weren't enough rhymes for words like "decapitation" or "asphyxiation" and I'd worn out my thesaurus looking for synonyms.
I just hoped they'd still know it was me.
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
Serial Prose
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Maybe I've been watching too much Dexter but I loved it.
I don't watch Dexter, but I love it too. The last line is brilliant.
Looking back, this is one of my favorites of yours. Just meta enough without being too snarky.
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