Jack and the Smalltalk

Flash Fiction Month 2020, Day 6 “Fee fi fo fum! I smell the blood of an Englishman! Be he live or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!” “I’m Cornish,” Jack shouted. “What?” “I’m Cornish,” Jack repeated. “If you want to get technical.” “Oh.” The giant stopped, the brace of dead […]