The following was written in response to the prompt “Ruins” on Five Sentence Fiction:
The old cemetery reminded Jessica of ancient ruins, though the Parthenon was the only place like that she’d ever seen.
She smiled inwardly, remembering the erotic story she’d been inspired to write afterwards.
“What a gutter snipe I am,” she thought, and was immediately startled such a phrase had occurred to her.
She looked around at the mourners, all of them sobbing for her Daddy, who’d once called her “a gutter snipe” for cursing.
Some fucking legacy.