It's time again for 55 Fiction Friday!
Quick explanation: 55 fiction is a very, very short story of exactly 55 words. It needs to have a character, conflict and resolution.
The Wikipedia article on 55 Fiction is here and some great examples are here..
If you'd like to play along, I tell you how at the end of this post.
One of KyLydia's friends, Guinness74, has started playing with us! Here's his 55!
Jonas slumped silently in the kitchen chair; a glazed stare blurred the clock on the microwave. His nearly empty beer bottle dangled precariously from his fingers as he pondered the burning steak on the grill outside. Lyle Lovett sang about Ensenada in the background. Nothing mattered anymore, she was gone and he was alone.
(Sneaky, trying to put it in the comments section of a three week old 55!)
Go check out Lydia's blog for her very funny 55 , Sadness Television, this week!
MrWurdi's 55 for the week:
I was sitting down, strapped to my seat. I was pulling and pushing, right then left - screaming as everything passed before me. I had been in tight places before but this was the tightest yet. I had to keep control or lose it all. I’m almost there…
Ah, yes, this air race is mine!
Here’s my 55 for the week
The warm cocoon of sleep cradled her. Suddenly, crushing pain and muffled cries interrupted her slumber.
“Give me the freaking drugs,” she heard, faintly. “I want my drugs NOW!”
The dark pressure gave way to blinding light and a rude fellow manhandling her delicate body before smacking her on the ass.
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl!
(Today is my daughter's birthday.)
Come play! Add your story to the comments or put it on your blog and I'll link to it. It's fun. You'll like it.