one of my favourite and possibly worst habits is looking into other people’s rooms as i pass by. you could say that the writer in me is a naturally curious soul, but jamaican people would just se mi faas.
to me, that’s what flash fiction is like. it strips away context and background, leaving behind a uniquely isolated moment.
it is art elevated to purist ideals.
it is life stripped of its frippery.
it is the human soul that flares briefly in a stolen glance.
well read robin 
Yu yuuz patwa. :)
You know what I have decided? You will (and that “will” should be in italics) be a writer. Wait; you are (italitcs again) a writer. It may not be your profession (yet), but it is you vocation. I hesitate to say it’s your calling. Heh.
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