What have you not already said?
I think redundant lives under a rock.
Oh, you beg to differ?
Well then I'll just keep feeling the vibration of your tongue.
Forgive me for my placid grace,
It's just that I remember this place.
Then it stops.
Oh, but it's not done!
Flash Fiction Friday
Every Friday, I compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less.
If you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...
post your story and report to the boss