Friday 55 Flash Fiction

Dull roaring invaded her dreams. Her handsome swain became a bully. She jerked awake, listening in the dark as the clanking approached. She didn't believe in ghosts.

Then she remembered, swore, leapt from her bed. She had intended putting the rubbish out earlier.

Too late! Bank Holiday refuse collectors had gone.

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