She stood in the very center, directly under the dome where she did not belong and closed her eyes, the better to hear the voice of God. And soon it came. But no. Two voices spoking of their plans for her. She opened her eyes, but could only see her father and his friend.
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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