No, you can’t eat, you’ve already brushed your teeth. Fine, then, have a glass of water. Quit playing in the sink. You were supposed to be in bed hours ago. No, you can’t leave the light on. All right, I’ll leave the hall light on, for now. Will you quit pounding on that pillow? Go to sleep, Dad.
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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