I wasn't able to write a proper flash fiction story this week, but I did write something... Here's a "fiction snippet" which might be inspiring for others as it is for myself.

Despite having never been Outside, he longed to go there. Whereas almost all the other residents of Arcohome didn't care, or even think, about the outside world, Raymond couldn't keep his mind off of it.

A small café on a quiet street. The buildings around here are old and worn. They look as if only the collective will of the local inhabitants are all that keep them from collapsing from neglect.