Nightwork by Lance Polin
Work Flash Fiction - 50 words writing prompt entry
After getting home from a brutal shift, I decided to keep the lights off in my house. It had been a day filled with light, down inside that cypherous bog. I drenched my three-twelve early morning lunch in a puddle of oil. I haven't eaten anything yet. And I stink.
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