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An Opener's Closing by L. E. White

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An Opener's Closing by L. E. White | Weekly Fiction An Opener's Closing by L. E. White Weekly Fiction Home About Publications Reboot September 14, 2020 L.E.White Leave a comment I took the brush into my hand and rolled it between my fingers. It was the same Filbert that I had used on the last canvas I had sold. That had been such a simple job. A contracted piece for a florist who wanted red tulips leading to mountains. It had been so simple. It had not been a creative piece. That project had drank the last drop of creativity from my well. I felt empty. I put the brush back down and picked up the hooked knife. I had emptied my red, but their blood would refill it nicely. Categories: Flash Fiction , Horror Sick Day September 25, 2019 L.E.White Leave a comment “What do you mean you aren’t coming in today?” Rod sighed. “I am running a fever and I feel like shit Bill. I need to stay home.” “Are you kidding me? We have a major milest...

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