Yvette and Jacques worked at their father's bakery. Yvette was a writer. Jacques was a painter. Their father had them work their talents as much as baking. They weren't from this region and father's stories of other places made them dream of travel.
The fifty-foot tall oak tree blocked the front door to the town hall. The tree had a five foot diameter and had claimed its place several weeks ago. A new mayor came with the tree.
Clop, clop, clop. The cane made that noise relentlessly as Hanna walked down the street. It was sharp and loud compared to the sound it had made on the farm.
Wil and Airy sat at their desks writing words over and over. The ink dripped from their quills and followed the indents they made on the page with their thoughts.
Slice of Life Micro Fiction in Montsilt - Artie sat on a stool at the bar where his dad was serving drinks. Hey Pop. It's another busy night.
Lavani arranged the garden in a harmonious flow of colors with the green foliage of parsley followed by the golden yellow of the calendula. The growing patch of catnip with purple flowers was next—the sage at the end with very periwinkle-colored flowers.
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