Iain Broome
Weeds
It was National Flash Fiction Day over the weekend. Apparently. I don’t really know what that means, but it does give me an excuse to publish this piece of tiny fiction that I wrote a while ago.
It was brought to life by my designer-pal, drawer-friend and all-round maker of things, Rich Wells. He tricked me into sending him the words and then produced the artwork as a surprise Secret Santa gift for me.
I really rather like the end result.