The time to go is early, or late.
By noon the pools are full and the seating dear
and all the margaritas are melting
like wayward snowmen.
Early, all the vacationers are nursing hangovers
and late they are partying in town.
Go at either time and the only people
in the way of leisure
are cabana boys.
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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