Richard Osgood at Zoetrope Virtual Studio's private office The Flash Factory once again provides a Sunday Micro Fiction Prompt, a 50-word piece using these words:
The surgery rendered him effete (his word, not hers) and blurred his pledge. Kids, she read, were stoned on nutmeg, so maybe they were better off. What might bind and save them should something happen? Love seemed too abstract, clichéd, like dreams and prayers.
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