Yep, random, unrelated picture again. I’m glad you guys let me get away with this.
“Now where has it gone?”
Passport, driver’s license, lipstick, coins… she digs through her purse, bringing out too much information with the bottle of medicine, the movie ticket stub, and the used tissues.
“No, no, don’t go anywhere. I’m sure it’s here.”
At last, iPod found, she calls them up. Baby pictures.
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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