You don’t know what you’ve got “til it”s gone.

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We burn the forests

We poison the oceans

We pollute the air

And the monster just sits there

Waiting…

The End

Flash Fiction: Black Stockings is a short story.

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  • lillyrose on Jan 2, 2011

    so few words that speak such volume, great write Guy.

  • Val Mills on Jan 2, 2011

    So true.

  • bigpapadan on Jan 2, 2011

    See, that would have taken me a page to say as clearly. I love this.

  • quiet voice on Jan 2, 2011

    Thought provoking. Thank you.

  • Carolyn Cordon on Jan 2, 2011

    Good work yet again Guy. It’s scary how much damage our species is causing. We deserve whatever happens/is happening. Sorry Nature!

  • Lord Banks on Jan 3, 2011

    We all talk about saving the enviroment how much do we actually do as individuals? Good piece. LB

  • albert1jemi on Jan 3, 2011

    a great share

  • Bruce Officer on Jan 3, 2011

    Very concise, yet speaks volumes. I love this piece!

  • jamesII on Jan 3, 2011

    And out of muck–something comes! Cool!

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