50 Word Fiction
PLACE:
Wood is well polished when beer is daily spilled. Our heads are close together; not discussing sport, but string theory. No splinters from the wood to interrupt musings on clouds of consciousness. Peanuts are nourishment, and abstractions of nuclear bonds. We’re well polished, beer being spilled; time for pub physics.
Wood is well polished when beer is daily spilled. Our heads are close together; not discussing sport, but string theory. No splinters from the wood to interrupt musings on clouds of consciousness. Peanuts are nourishment, and abstractions of nuclear bonds. We’re well polished, beer being spilled; time for pub physics.