I sing when I’m with you. Happy, happy, no reason for it but merely seeing your face makes everything worth while. I smile at you, without even knowing. I dance with you every chance I get. It’s no big deal. Just the way I feel because you are my friend.
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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