“Everyone is smirking.” Theresa glared as she huddled against the bridge railing
“Relax,” Old Man Michael handed her the harness. “They’re just remembering the first time they did it. Put that on.”
“Are you sure they don’t think I’m crazy?”
“If they do, then they’re even crazier. They’ve all bungee jumped before.”
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.
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