“I’m starving, Mom.”
He looks it too. No longer an ounce of fat on him. He’s supposed to be supporting himself, but she lets him use the laundry, and invites him over for dinner. He eats piles of food, but still, he’s whip-cord thin. She prays he’ll find steady work, but all he wants is to visit.
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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