M is painting the study door outside in the winter sun of this Queen's Birthday holiday. I ought to be doing something...
Another flash-fiction deadline. I sent the three stories off last week, deadline midnight. Now there's the NZSA comp, deadline tomorrow. I could write a fourth story but would prefer to send one of the three. Trouble with that approach is that you can't win-win. Beggars shouldn't be choosers and one should cross ridges only when one comes to them.
So on the basis of all those clichés I will submit the first one, the one abut the note.
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