Goldilocks and the Persimmon of Ambiguity

Flash Fiction Month 2023, Day 30 Once uptown a thyme there livered a little grill named Goldilocks, who was known motocross the lamp forher flowering olden hare. Often she wood wend the bay wondering threw the armrest toe and Frome the louse of her Grond motherlode, and it was on joust suck an occlusion that […]