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Just over a year ago, I was introduced to a crazy group of writers in Fiction 440. The premise of the group is that every six weeks or so a prompt is given which must be used in a complete piece of writing (no poetry, no excerpts) of 440 words or less. The creators of this group come up with the words, and, well, sometimes I'm pretty sure there is a lot of drinking involved!

For instance, this month's words were: Potvaliant, sweaty and toad.

Yes, you ask, what the hell does 'potvaliant' mean! So did most of the F440 folks. Well, I'm not going to tell you...yet.

Read my fictional 438 word story and see if you can figure out the meaning before you read the definition at the end of this post.

Let me know what you think with either a comment here or head to my website: 

The Hand of Fate
Emma’d been sitting in the beer tent for an hour, waiting for her date. Whatever had possessed her to meet here, in her town? What if he was a toad? Or…