Well, now I can; we can.
Going down the pub for a few.
The banter, the joking, the rude jokes.
That’s what it’s about.
Good company, good beer and good times.
Let it all roll again!
|Friday Flash Fiction||
This is the section where fiction prose becomes something else. We still expect the poems to be short, though – sonnets, perhaps, or around that length at the very most.