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I can't believe I missed it. It was bound to happen at some point but I thought it would happen during a busy time at work - not on a day off. I missed 55 Fiction Friday! So, while it doesn't have the same ring to it, please feel free to play along with 55 Fiction Saturday! All the details on what it is and how to play at the end of the post. Come on, you can do it!
My 55 for the week:
Tribute
Gathered solemnly, they paid tribute. Taken too soon by fickle Fate’s whim, his body lay lifeless, cold. Held gently by the man who brought him here, he was lowered for his final journey.
Speaking a few words of comfort to the children, the man leaned over and flushed the toilet.
“Rest in peace, Mister Guppy.”
MrWurdi's 55 for the week:
Submitted for your approval
Imagine if you will, a six year old boy home watching his TV in 1968. Left alone to entertain himself he has three choices, one is a children’s movie he innocently watches.
What unfolds will change his life forever, especially the S&M dungeon, safely from the mind of Dr. Seuss.
5000 Fingers of Dr. T
Plus! A Bonus 55 From MrWurdi
Thanksgiving Thankless Job
Bones lay amongst the uneaten flesh, waiting for the band of scavengers to pick it clean. But it has been un-attended too long and it starts to smell and attract the unwanted. I must remove it before it’s too late, in a silent procession that ends with a thump.
The bird rests until trash day.
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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..
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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.
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3 comments:
Many with loved ones far away. Reflection and family. When? There is never enough time in a regular day much less a chaotic one.
Longfellow said that "The holiest of all holidays are those kept by ourselves in silence and apart, the secret anniversaries of the heart."
Yet, the house is clean. Pass the pie.
Hope your time with the grandgirls didn't wear you completely out!! I wasn't up to a fiction 55...but theres a poem on my site.
Anonymous? Do I know you? That was lovely.
Marcia, I was wiped out. It was a good tired, though
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