Faith, The Two-Legged Dog walks down Chicago's Michigan Avenue, barking about Friday Flash Fiction and The New Year! Unfortunately, no one in Chicago speaks dog. Luckily, you the reader, speak Flash Fiction.
The Professor gave us the starter sentence, "He/she saw the orange Necco wafer on the counter top and started to cry."
Lewis J. speaks of tragedy and chemistry.
The Professor triggers a memory and a dream.
Randal channels Ed Wood.
