Flash Fiction Friday: The Last Flamingo Trainer

It was two o'clock on a Friday afternoon, when the flamingo trainer presented his card. He was a stout, little man with oil-slick hair and a dark woolen suit. "You may inform your master that Mr. Frederico Ardovini is here," he announced grandly. "The Greatest Flamingo Trainer in the world!" The old man who opened... Continue Reading →

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