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Flash Friday Fiction: Monk-eying Around | Margaret Locke
Monk-eying Around – 158 words “You’re fired!” “Why? Because I was woolgathering and missed ringing the vesper bells by seven minutes?” “Yes. We have zero tolerance for daydreaming.” “But, Father, I was LITERALLY gathering wool. Brother Giovanni said we need more if he’s to have enough for weaving our winter Continue reading Flash Friday Fiction: Monk-eying Around→