I wrote this up for a clever little thing called FridayFlash and 2 things happened: First I was dragged away from my comfortable home climes to frost cupcakes and put sprinkles on them, and then by the time I got home and managed to finish my story not only was it not Friday, but clocking in at WAY over the recommended 1000 word count, the story isn't even a flash. I'm not complaining, though. I got to eat a cupcake and I finished a whole story. Since I haven't posted here in a while, I thought I would share it with you. The poster for this one is awesome. Here's an example of a proper (and awesome) FridayFlash story. Spotted Time was, Clem mused, when a man's thoughts were his own. They were private, nobody else's business. These days that wasn't true anymore, at least not if you wanted to....