I don’t remember his name. He gave me a ride from the Romance Writers of America convention to the airport. He barely spoke English, having haled from Shri Lanka, but insisted on filling the silence with as many of my words as he could. To get them, he had to talk too, and so we argued the nature of love, devotion, and Romance.
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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