Will you remember this moment? There have been so many that slipped through our fingers like sand, leaving nothing but residue. Will these white walls covered in loving bric-a-brac remain? Will you still have a mind left, or will you be like Algernon; reduced to drool and nothing but a vague feeling of dissatisfaction? You scare me.
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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