So here's a fun thing I did. I wrote a 100 word Flash Fiction story for a contest. It was fun, and I took a subject I'm fond of and just went with it. Let me know what you think of:
The Garden
"Ana" Grandmother called to the dark haired young girl, "I vust show you somefing."
Ana scurried into the garden, a hint of spring in the March air.
"Do you know vat these are? They're crocus, they ver your great grandmozers favorite flower," her accent heavy.
"Ve hand them in our garden in Poland, ven they moved us to the camp, mother told me, 'be tough, like that flower; because it's the first out in the spring, it grows anyvhere, resilient, strong. This flower taught me to survive, live, to never give up."
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