Tiny tale – Gingerbread

The gingerbread man sat in his gingerbread house enjoying the bath. The picture on the wall was of himself. Maybe only he shared the belief in himself and the power he could wield. Denial meant he was safe from dissolving.

I wrote this in response to fandango’s flash fiction challenge. (Not sure why my head instinctively went for Donald Trump, maybe it’s the orange?!)


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