I stumbled on a game on facebook where friends would give me a number, a colour, and a random noun and then challenged me to create a micro story on twitter.
It was actually a lot of fun, here are my results.
Nine blue dolls are lined up neatly on my shelf. White faces seem to follow me out the corner of my eye. I quickly stuff them out of sight.
Fine ginger fur covered her toes like umpteen ginger kitty cats had moulted there. She didn’t like it when I called her Bagginses.
Life fled in a flash of light, only 7 breaths separated me from heaven. In the dark of death came a swish of purple fabric, Anna led me home
Thirteen was the number on her door, its orange paint now peeling. Behind that door she once laughed with spaghetti hanging from her fork.