All the details on what 55 Fiction is and how to play are at the end of the post. Come on, you can do it!
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Following her usual Friday afternoon routine, Janie stopped at the grocery store. Puzzled by the large crowd and full parking lot, she went about her shopping. The barren bread shelf should have been an indication but as she approached the empty milk cooler, it all became crystal clear.
The weather forecasters were calling for snow.
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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.. You can also click on the 55 Fiction label below to see what Wordy Bitch and Wordy Bitch readers have done in the past.
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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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Seriously, what is it about the threat of snow that sends everyone to the grocery store for milk, bread and toilet paper? Getting snowed in means you should eat French toast and go to the bathroom a lot?
I'm having a dinner for my parents and son this weekend and now I'm going to have to deal with all the alarmists. Boo. Hiss.
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Staring out the window at the snow-covered grass and northern exposed surfaces across the city, she smiles. Bright sunshine bounces off white crystals; the world looks crisp and clean. Black streets – wet and slushy - sharply contrast with flurry-filled medians. Turning back to the desktop, eyes adjusting from the glare – is it 5 o’clock yet?
(NOTE: This is not totally fictional today!!! We had snow!)
And I'd like to add that folks around here go for the chili fixins - kidney beans, saltines, etc.!
We had snow, too, Marcia! Just a little bit but it was nice for a change.
Big Momma, snowed in with a dirty ass would be horrible. We were fortunate that we didn't really get snowed in because we had septic tank issues this weekend. I had to drive to my parents' house to shower. We had to implement hippie toilet management. Not.Fun.At.All.
Nice to meet you, too, Scott! Welcome! If you decide to play along, please come post your 55 with us.
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