On the highest mountain peek my daughter’s cell phone beeps the receipt of a text message. Tracy is running wild and Lisa is right behind her. Better do something about them, quick. While I peruse the grandeur of distant mountains, she taps out her reply. I can not help wondering who is out of touch.
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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