“Hey, Mom. What’s the sound of a flower opening?”
“It’s the drip of spring rain, the humid kiss of a promise, the “sorry” of a wayward husband, the buzz of bees and the click of a casket closing.”
“No. Really, is it a swick or more of a swoosh. I need it for a video I’m making.”
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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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