With Good Friday and Easter and lots of traveling, I didn't have time to write something that I really liked for this week's Friday Flash Fiction. As a way of apologizing, I've composed a short poem. If you dare to read it, you'll come to understand why I don't write poetry.
Excuses are normally something I eschew,
But, you see, I found a cache of cashews.
When I finished, my time for writing was through.
There'll be no tales of noir from me this week.
I hope I've not made you blue.