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FLASH FICTION
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THE PICTURE
by Angela Dawne
The smoke burned her eyes. Tears streamed down her face as she picked her way through the smoldering remains. The firetrucks had left, and all that remained in the vacant lot were the few bystanders who were shivering in their light bathrobes.
She didn’t want their sympathy. She didn’t want their pity. All she wanted was her family.
"A book is man's best friend outside of a dog, and inside of a dog it's too dark to read."
- Groucho Marx
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