The back yard was full of glass. Every summer she walked around barefoot, letting the calluses thicken, baking herself brown in the long, hot days, and plucking bottles shaped by the minds of the 1930’s – bits of glass in blue and green and brown – and thinking of snake oil and salesmen.
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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