Flash Fiction & Poetry
Weekender
Dear Kingsley,
I was ironing my slacks earlier (LOLLZ, WUWT-maid suing for harrassment) when an astonishing bit of inspiration struck. I bought a house out on the Camans some odd years ago and have yet to visit it!
Pack your finest warbler glasses and we simply must head out there this instant. I sent a wire to my driver this morning. I said, “Laurence, kick the dust off the Rolls!” Clever.
Well, old boy, I must shove off. There is a glass of Glenliver with my named embossed upon it.
Send word: a yay or nay will suffice.
Best in Show,
Vic
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