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Poem: Stay for Breakfast
They met, quite by chance, over breakfast – A buffet: fruit, pastries and such. Their hands landed on the same apple; Both started at each other’s touch. ‘I’m sorry,’ they said, and retreated. ‘After you.’ ‘No, go on – after you.’ So they both reached again, and they giggled; He knew then what he had…
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: B is for Breakfast
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Short Fiction: A Hundred Paces
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club Prompt: A is for Apple
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Carol Carman’s Writing Club
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Publication Day!

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Fever pitch
