Categotry Archives: Flash Fiction 55
Swan Song
Ruth and Inga stood side by side at the edge of the pool. Late in the year, the pond had shrunk as far as it might. That was the best time to fetch the piano. “I still say it’s a crying shame.” Inga shook her head. “A waste of a perfectly good piano.” “The shame is that not a single one of those would-be musicians passed my little test. Most of them didn’t even set foot in the water, let […]
55:A Visit to the Couch
. It begins with the twining of fingertips while talking across the breakfast table. A smile. A heated look. Suddenly the desire flares. A coffee cup gets overturned, puddles left forgotten. The floor’s too hard, table too unstable, don’t feel like b… It ends on the couch with a twining of fingers. It wouldn’t have happened without a twining of fingers. This 55 was inspired by Brian Miller. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a […]
Old Tears
She was flipping through a photo album when she ran across the picture – her, crying. She remembered all the tears. Always, so many tears. But years later they were still married. They had their differences, but nothing important. And she couldn’t remember what all the tears had been for, only that they had to come before everything could be good. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction […]
A Journey Begins with a Single Step AKA – From Box to Box
He eyed the box. Only a few tissues left, and no chance to buy more before running out. There was another box in the kitchen, A third in the bathroom. Sneeze. Blow. One less tissue. He stood, placed all but one in his pocket, eyed the distance. Could he make it? Grabbed the last. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a […]
In the Spirit of the Moment
“Hey Sven, how many hours we been plowing snow today?” “Twenty two, I reckon.” “Any sign of blacktop yet?” “Nope. Not a bit. And we’re running out of places to put the snow, too.” “Hey, wait. Isn’t that the councilman’s car? The one who cut our overtime?” “Yep. I believe it is.” “Hee, hee, hee.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, […]
Rear View
“Look in front of you!” He pounded the dashboard. “I AM. I AM, Dad. Why are you always getting on my case,” the young man said. “All right, then. What do you see in front of you?” “Road.” “And?” “Um… mountains. Snow. Clouds. What? What do you want me to say?” “How about ‘Truck’ for starters.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the […]
The Reply
“I can’t believe he would do that right here in the office. I mean, isn’t dating against the rules? I mean, really.” She huffed as she looked around the break room. “So? What did you say,” her friends asked. “I said ‘no’, of course. “And then I changed my mind and said ‘yes.’ You only live once.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by […]
Single’s Awareness Day
“Hey there beautiful. Know what day it is?” He stood over her desk with his hands behind his back and a smile on his lips. “Yeah. Single’s awareness day.” She stamped the invoice extra hard. “Not anymore.” He handed her a jeweler’s box. “Not unless you want it to be.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
The Difference
. Guide: As you can see, we don’t have very many older worshipers in this monastery. That is because we have only been around for a few years. Tourist: What about the monk sitting over there? He looks pretty old. Guide: The one in back? He is not actually a member of this monastery. He came in from Tibet at the request of the head master. Tourist: You mean… Guide: Yep. He’s imported. The challenge, should you choose to accept […]
Freedom! Wheeee!
Mom: This way. Hurry up. We’ll be late. Big Brother: Oh, shiny! Wheeeee. Little Brother: Mooooom. Brother’s going off on his own again. Mom: Ignore him. He’ll come running once he sees we’ve gone. We don’t have time to wait for him. Little Brother: But Mom, he’s having more fun! The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
The Wrestlers
Tourist: You say wrestling is one of Mongolia’s greatest sports, right after horse racing and archery, but so far we haven’t seen any wrestlers. Guide: Then you must not have been looking. We’re about to drive by a couple of kids practicing now. Check it out. There’s their trainer at the side of the road. Tourist: Oh. So that’s what they were doing. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. […]
The Cry
He didn’t believe in the gods. The others talked of the need to appease, but he ignored them. He trusted his hunting skills, the quality of his arrowheads, and the help of his wife. But when his wife died and the children coughed he walked to the sacred lake, and raised his hands high. “Please. Please. Please.” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by […]
Friends
I will always want to walk with you. Maybe I can’t walk so fast. Or maybe it’s you. Maybe we will lose other people, or gain a few. But still, no matter how high the hills or how long the path, When I turn my head and speak, The one I want to see is you. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the […]
Chopsticks?
Such an elegant hotel, with gold filigree on the walls and marble on the floors. A restaurant downstairs only open at breakfast and a private-room, Chinese restaurant on the second floor. But they fed us Chinese food in the bar and forgot the chopsticks. Half an hour later, we improvised. The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in exactly 55 words. Flash Fiction 55 is hosted by the G-man, a host with the most.
Only Her Hairdresser Knows
“Is that sign in English?” The tourist pointed out the window of the bus. “Yes. Many businesses use English even if they can’t speak it, especially for store names.” The tour guide winced. “So, they have no idea what ‘Disaster Hair Salon’ means. Well, if they live up to their name, the customers can always go to the Shanghai Styles next door to fix it. ” The challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to write a story in […]
