It comes up fast
like April 15th
unexpected in a predictable way.
Surely the road must end
with such an overwhelming obstacle,
the weight of everything left undone,
receipts lost, memories misplaced,
deadline so squarely looming ahead.
The desperate scramble, the last minute
swerve
and all becomes right with the world
save a lingering heart palpitation or two.
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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